What will make me swoon today?
What will I want to have not forgotten, crave to capture and relay
from a Moment bound up and delayed?
Summertime... Lick your lips...
You inspire and remind me to think of this. A song I have not thought of for years, but delicious creeps back into my mind through sheer attraction of like-attracts-like, of Availability Bias, with lust for you making lust available—
And I am walking those red streets, so very, very red, which have been so often barred or unsafe for me. And sweet nectar melodies, motes of hot memories, float up from songs I have not thought of in years.
"unpacked my baggage and sorted my fears"
"because I am here, I am here and I want to stay"
And I want this. In the summertime, to lick your lips... I want this.
To make you have a double-encore too, to make you sing... yes. I want this.
And... O My My, indeed, in very deed—
The breadth of your smile, the breath of your s m i l e
and the depth of my feeling~
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