Play with me
Play with my mouth
My tongue
My back
Ride me
Like an old man rides his new motorbike
Like a wise horsewoman rides his young horse
Let me be the horse of our truly dreamy love
Play
Play with my soul 'cause when I'm far from this world I won't want to have any lamented
'Cause when I'm far away I'll want to have lived that little juncture of time with you
'Cause when you're away I won't want to cry
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Eliot is more you than yourself
PoetryEliot is everyone but He doesn't exist Eliot is protecting my soul from you Eliot deserve to be loved but nobody does Eliot understand the meaning of the life, he is exploring it everyday seeing it from his broken window Eliot is tired of singing...
