I’m stuck in a solitary contraption
Serving time devoid of Progress,
Living in an infinite moment devoid of regress.
I’m stuck….
Stuck in this my life’s Detention.

Once Dull, stationary it now stands
In motionless magic,
A spell of great Seduction.

For you mi-Lady we wait;

Yeah of gesture grand hath wounded Us,
See how we bleed attraction.
Daughter of Beauty’s seed;
You who steals my attention,
Beg You we must to enter this Contraption.
For within, flowers infinite affection
Waiting for none but your palms Perfection.

Be Mine!



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