Art

Lips like licorice

Lying so lusciously

Complete me by loving me

While I’m dying so decadently

I am a planet

Wandering the skies

Waiting for gravity

To keep me in line

You are a black hole

Swallowing stars

You reel them in closer

Then devour like the dark

Tantalizing tongue

Telling me truths

Take my talent

And infuse it with youth

T

herapeutic throat

Telling me what I wrote

Taking me in

And starting to begin

Queen of Quasars

Seen from afar

Broadcasting location

Kickin out the jams from interstellar radio station

A slippery sliver

That is my heart

A sandy shoreline

With lovers as art

Locked in land

Stripped of sky

I see the ocean

When I look in your eye

Candles burning

Soft scents swell

There is no question

I’d follow you through hell

For my heart is a fire

And it’s stoked when we touch

You wiggle like salsa

So I grasp your butt

Bound by time

The future and the past

There is no question

The lady’s got class

One day soon

Before the sun goes boom

We will be in the same room

And we will sing this tune

Row row row your ship

Silently across the stars

I’d cross the galaxy

Just to be in your arms

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