tickled by
sweet
desire,
i run
faster than you can feel.
touch,
deeper than you can know.
love,
bigger than you can imagine.
so,
can you really
know where i am going?
if i don’t?
appreciate this lovin’
if it comes with a twist?
surrender everything
and enter the divine?
maybe I’ll get
you a pair
of go-fasters,
so you can do you,
and let me
be free.
or maybe,
I’ll just keep on running,
until i fly
again.
cuz,
(you
aint
neva
been
‘ta
spain.)
*inspired by Mr. Lamar
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