When The Heart Of The Bull…. Fuck It…. I Don’t No… Give It Your Own Title…

Snow storm…..

 

Snow storm…

 

Snow storm…

 

 

I….

Just…

Want…

To…

Be…

Inside…

Your…

 

Apartment for two…

I…

You…

No animals…

Outside is live…

Inside that comfortable smiles…

 

Lazy…

Baby…

Let’s get up close…

Personal with the strokes…

Hand guardian of the back of your…

Rhythmic neck as snow flakes…

Hits the presiputation on the window…

What’s that in my ear…

“Wise communication my dear…”

 

Layed back style…

lazy boy cup holder is the remote…

She said…

“Nah Ahh”

“You can watch me…”

Record player listening…

 

She didnt no who “Otis Redding” was…

So I took her back to enlist in night school…

Every track put her deep…

Connection energy with me…

Souls become best friends…

Best friends become lovers…

the lanes address…

Forgot the numbers…

 

The seasons…

The days…

My ways inscription on side walks…

Corner store walls…

 

I’m the strong stallion…

Sattle me up…

Ride me…

Provide that thing that…

They say is a ugly word…

Between two loves…

 

It’s the best love…

1 1/2 of it…

When the steam between the engine…

Cools…

The train will be back running…

 

It’s not over…

Like a obsessive Ex…

Her shoulders were like…

Golden harp tips at the top…

Grazed my hands…

Leaving abrasions…

Just like that bullet that grazed my index finger…

You graze into my in house patient…

The one who rarely gets attention…

You give all the attention to it with no problems…

 

Attention…

To…

My…

other…

Soul…

Connection…

 

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