The Canvas 8/10/24

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The Canvas

We all know I want your number
When I wake you hot with slumber

There's a madness on the plain
Fabric dreams our life in stains
Tobacco burnt and left to drain
Pollen leaps between our brains

We all know you want my number
When you wake me wet with slumber

There's an alloy to our metal
Welding me into your kettle
Boiling fusion, hadron special
Play me, ply me, rapt with petals

We all know I want your number
When I wake you hot with slumber

Freud is dead -
That's his cigar
Turning your ass in
This subway car

This innuendo
Grows by night
We can make this
I am bold you're light

And your descent my steel arouses
Chairs I climb your halfway houses
A tablespoon to taste these trousers
Tailored seamen, tight-whipped hours

We all know you want my number
When you wake me wet with slumber

Raise your stakes, strike the canvas
Pussy whiskered, ropes relax us
Shocks electric, now hot waxes
Freely flow in tents for Alice

We all know I want your number
When I wake you hot with slumber

This innuendo
Glows by night
You may already know
My love, squeeze, you're tight

Wake me, shake me
Make me, take me

8/10/24

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