out in the open
my eyes suspended
looking beyond drift woods
humans roam like cattle
my mind
intrigue restless
ready for battle
the air the aroma
like roses
a walking distance
my mistress poses
short and sweet
my black shirt comes off
these fingers massage
and tickle her tenderly soft
where one works
one day dreams
the world as we know it
not at all what it seems
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