**Time**
Can you feel me, touch me.
Hands, fingers, running,
Pressing indentations,
Actuating expiation.
Can you feel it, impartation.
Drenched with your skin,
Soaked incentive.
I ratify you're coming,
"Insight";
Can you stay.
Leaving exudation pleased,
Covered in you; underneath.
Surmounted by my successor,
Fatalistically Joined together;
Prepared time, I play actuator.
Burning, thirsty, hot, wet.
Underneath you, quench my thirst;
Kissing, touch me;
{Feel free to surf.}
You feel me coming.
Prepared place, a moment.
Time takes space.
Am i inside you?
Are you ready?
Can I come!
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Gypsee'Rose, The Goddess. Utopia * Poet with Verve.
