my overlapping feet
resting on my bed
my thighs cradling
warmth of my pc
as i weave words
to a picture for all
of you to see
there's always love
when i create a scene
especially when i blow air
my heart go relax
and think of the best
there's one lady
lurking on the scene
with sweet smile
i let her in, my muse
she makes me feel free
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