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I bet sugar tastes
so much sweeter off of your lips.
Your sense of logic and reality
turn me on as bad as
legs that have parted ways.
Welcoming you in like
Spring being born again.
The sun always made me happy,
even if the world seemed so boring.
I look at you
looking at life through rose colored glasses
But your glasses see a reality I've craved for 26 years.
You're older than me,
which means you are wiser
and i cannot reiterate enough
how bad i want to be part of your reality.
I want to feel the boredom creep out through my pores;
Cleansing my body from my own self-doubt.
You are the rush I need.
The rush I have been yearning to get high off.
I want your body to take me higher than any drug or self-inflicted wound possibly could.
I want to get lost in your eyes and
I want you to get lost inside me,
Releasing your positive reality into my pussy
Like streaming seretonin through an IV and into my veins.
The only thing sweeter than tasting sugar from your lips
I imagine
Is your voice moaning my name to a Dave Matthews Band song.
That would be like candy coating my soul.
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