Meeting with the beast

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Oh how words change caught in the aim of a beautiful dane so a strange the feeling of lost speech even my heart has feet My tongue running over words staring at your curves Loud colors and silent whispers to myself I just can't help myself I wanna touch My mind catching up to the conversation plotted in the blind Body language played out in my line of sight Day dearing of you becoming cold using my arms as a blanket Why has god forsaken my patients Moments provoked as the clock arms stroked the coming of a age Where we loved to dance in the middle of the street singing off key Laughing hard as you run and I chase You fall and scrap your left knee Wet kisses and warm coffee as we talk about the past before we land off to sleep The Sun's peak brushes its paint across your cheeks A portrait of a beauty next to the monsteress me!