As the engine ticks, I rest my head on his stick formed legs where a sky filled with shining objects sparkle in my eyes,
With a slight inwards turn, our eyes meet The stars no longer mark my gaze Instead, I am greeted with two brown tinted globes, With the long held lusting gaze I refute my surroundings, For I acknowledge my desires, And with a moment of silence, my judgment lapses. The sense of a butterfly perching his legs against his flowerbed reminds me, We shared a moment, a kiss, But the moment awoke with a barking dog. A recognised feeling impeached my mind, One similar to a needle piercing my skin, It was reality knocking. A once love felt environment was collapsing, A bulldozer filtering the air, And with a lustful gaze, I went on my way.
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