Infinite - Poem by Jessy Liz
Take my hand, you can trust me.
I can feel it- that lust for ecstasy.
Close the door, it’s so damn late.
And there’s no time to vindicate.
Follow me now up these stairs-
Long, dark hallway to anywhere.
You’ve got a lust for magic there inside
And this night is wicked, but glorified.
Let’s just say it- no, we don’t have to
Touch says enough when it’s impromptu.
So take my hand, let’s spend the night
And we can become infinite.
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