Mark Heathcote (22/03/66 / Manchester)
I get lost
I get lost in her kiss…
And even my self-awareness
Goes oddly amiss…
I feel like I am on board the
Star trek enterprise!
…Drift through unknown galaxies.
Remembering her last; wanton look.
The lust in her eager closing eyes,
Teleports me to where time,
That oxygen in my lungs has no demise.
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