The Lightbulb

February 23, 2009
By Julia Pierre BRONZE, Phoenix, Arizona
Julia Pierre BRONZE, Phoenix, Arizona
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Imagine me there on the cream of your dreams
Imagine my face, my breath
Lightly steaming
Inside your mind is a world to discover
Your bright copper kisses
In warm silver mist's
Moistening my face
Like the slobber of a dog.
Imagine children with brown ashened faces together
Wrinkled noses, sprinkling sparkling eyes
Looking inside you like the eyes of god.
Breath breath, jump jump.
Tingles jumps through pelvis and out through your eyelashes
Oh how is feels to be, to want, and to give!
Imagine that.

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