night, day, don’t think it matters
when I serenade
you
with ideas and vacations and wishes on paper, feel
love, lust, voices in the rain
me in mine, you in your
place
though pacific time, central, nothing more than
dream, play, you start to flow
big country me in low city you
sad
and mad it ain’t here, gush and
flow, drip, something sweet in between
two finger dance baby-girl
I
visualize it, you ask to
cum, come, I say yes
and start the countdown from
Houston
we don’t have a problem, is giddy
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