“she’s celibate but what i pen’s making her doubt,
the reason she has for keeping pen-ises out
my words relevant, what she’s been dreaming about,
in dreams she views scenes of someone turning her out;
turning her on; when the switch is off, lights are out
‘cause in the dark, it’s my lines she’s thinking about;
and in the dark, it’s my lines that are eating her out;
every adjective and verb takes a direct route,
to a place now flooded that once had seen a drought
when she “cums”, it’s how i think that’s making her shout
i plant myself in her so the rooting can sprout,
through seeds i create to show her what i’m about”
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