True That Poem by kwane Lamb

My mind in a cloud...
Day dreaming...
Sexing you...

Recycling our love over and over...
Nothing wasted, all tasted...
It's you I relate to...

Day dreaming...
Sexing you...
Parts of melting away...
Rescue me...

From my day dream...
Sleep with me...
So I shall dream not...

You beautiful cloud dot...
That yearning black spot...
burning in me...

Driving me wild...
I am loosing my style...
But I respect you still...

Jumping the broom...
Still is real...
And worth my while...

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