FREE FLOW
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Lost specifically in the arbitrary fatigue and rush of gravity, she was
already pregnant when she laid for me, and the sex was just a
gravediggers fantasy.
Standing in the river the current breaks around the story of my flesh, the
easy evil of letting go, and becoming the artist of the flow.
Desperate minions of the deed, inertial hunger atrophy, meaning
surveyed prime time pimp, consumer frauds ecstatic limp, the lanes a
clearly painted ride, the petty price of the other side, it’s the belief that
gives these gods their glow, puts the sweat of the clouds into the flow.
I map her erogenous zones based on incidental sense, she forecast the
spread of her thighs when my tools are tense, she leans close hands
quick with skill and whispers a beautiful go, and I am a vehicle of passing;
another passenger of the flow.
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