a soul to be transported.
somewhere more sensual, sexual,
i could have an entire room
i know we are gonna see each other
feelin inside, like warm milk before bed,
the city still burning with our eyes
with blossoming trees,
the object of interest all the time,
drifting on the horizon.
sunset unfolds roads near your face.
yearning flesh, blossoming
and time are delicate, their panes of glass,
automated ways, lettin it happen while i
in your eyes and lips that sweeten
mate, like an engineer, a mechanical one
by melissa le'nee'
