She stared and said!
Evaporation of emotions …
Erupting and diluting the events
Can we prove the frothy
Timidity of time …
My sense of enigma
Her crude leverage of reasoning clusters
Provoke me to respond
Her penetrating eyes prevent my tips
She murmured! Evaporation of desire!
She stood and nodded …
Tickling the map of my mind
Pricking the lap of my impulses
But the change of chastity
and the relocation of certainty
wiped my ego and elevation …
She said, let us make a trip
to the map of aspirations
Where we sit and pat our theme
There we pay the levy of leisure
There we roar and rare the rate.
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