Time Machine (Better Than Sex)

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Intimacy means to be stuck in time
And I’ve been giving to the world of rhyme
It doesn’t seem as though it could provide
But it’s my way of bragging and how I confide
Although my love energy flows in text
To me it’s everything – better than sex
It gives me a world where dreams are true
It may be the only way I can love you
The lesson is a repetitive obsession
That becomes redundant, I’m confessing
And the only way I see vibrant change
Is to actively move and re-arrange
The thoughts are purely realistic
And I’ll admit I’m sort of a mystic
You’d think to reach the unreachable star
Would be enough to be who I are
Really, there’s much, much more
And out of my hands, I pour
That invisible water for all to drink
Because in heaven, I don’t need a sink
Label me an Aquarian if you will
Leader of all the animals we kill
But I was born on the cusp
Perhaps a Pisces in my lust
Yes, a lofty dreamer staring into the window
I feel, taste, and touch the do-si-do as it crescendos
If it goes in, then it ends, though
That’s the meaning of innuendo
Just as Emilia Earhart would say
Death by absentia becomes a working play
But if I lost my partner, what else can I do?
Just skip in gym class, my Darling!
Tu-Da-Lu!

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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