I hide in places close to ears where just a whisper stands the hairs all down the line that sets your neck and you... close your eyes to envision this moment petrified in a continuance suspension of space and tempo's slow to touch the term, tick, tide and tour of time to turn full circle round where we began. I dip, dive and descend down the recession of your face to practice taking my place within your eyes... washed in your hands I am made invariable in your soul's tattoo.. So I smile to keep what I know in deep that seems to tickle me making myself the vector of my joy happiness and impressive quality through which lips just can't but help to show my teeth... I am centered in a rationality that only exists to me which in it holds some sort of secrecy that helps to catch my sleep. But materially I speak of this a sigh into the wind that not even saints could hear what I've held to lips seized shut from saying what these idle lips do sip from off your lips as we charm and yes I chase... knowing what I carry on my mind is precious as you horde my body's figure within your possession but I hold this like a secret enclosed to no mans dominion like secrets to the dead.
~PsyqSol
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