While The Night Is Young

Honey bee, I gotta say

You have a sexy soul strut

A wiggle in your wonder

A whiff of astral awesome

In your armpits

Curves like a river

Wrap around my shiver

Waters of your iris hue

Wash me till my flesh is new

Pour all over me your splendor

Where the hollows of my flesh remember

How you fit into my empty space

The way epiphany will taste

Melting on my summer tongue

Where songs of solitude were sung

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