Lonesome Groovin’

Boy

that syrupy

hush bedroom talk that keeps my earlobes tingling

Yet

my dignity

this jaw tight locked hardheadedness

Wont

allow me to open my mouth and say what it is

That

would you mind me peeking through your brain

Trace

the beginning of morning whiskers on your lower lip

Hanging

dews of words bringing sweet distress to the insides of my wrists

Longing

to stroke my long black locks leaving you at the end of your wits

Round

we go to tighten or loosen this mutual enticement

Atlast

break loose these pent up impediments

Only

to step back

smile

and keep groovin on this lonesome trip

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