Spin

 SPIN
~Miss A.

It slips to my mind again, all the fantasies that you made true,
A soft fever creeps in, under the skin, the monsters smile to you.
Oh lord, what have I done? You know it all, so please forgive the brew,
Mixin’ with the breeze, hitting every nerve, spinning the current, so new.
Feeling like the 90’s queen, even the heat feels sweet and seductive,
Feels like I’m in the moonlight, getting hit by cold dew, so contemporary.
The spell is alluring, I’m out of my mind, kickin’ in chills so destructive,
Pile me up in your arms, spread out all the love you have for me, my merry.

I hope not to be able to catch up, a slurry of blood, take away the floor beneath,
I’d like to know again what void is, how the space is so light, yet so heavy.
Give me a reason, for always cherishing the night sky, the moon, the affection underneath,
Walk me to the stars, make me see the galaxy, spin so fast traces a round tail evi.
Be the conductor of the choir of my stealth, introduce me to your chorus,
Make me believe the realm of magic, I’ve been looking is here, guide me to that eternity,
Give up, the column of longing, lonely and timid. Take a lead to me and restore us.
Make a spell on the grip, make me unable to turn away, what you build, come in same affinity.

I hope to hear heartbeats from the tip to toe, every inch, not in fear, but in fidelity and odyl
I’d like to hover in nothingness, like head under water, free. Understand my wishes without words,
Hoping to see myself fail, to keep up; hope your breath becomes the reason of my living, a cuddle
I have tried my best to add spellbinding words to my vocabulary, makes me quiet to fantasize thus,
Sand slips in a moment, making me unable to grasp each millisecond of it; will come back from fades,
Of memories, it takes a note and arranges it. Reciting each melody in what I consider from pens of poets
Yet making me unable to examine it, and to factor in the same, is my delicacy, the heat and the days.
An appetizer to my taste, I ask the lord to mercy me, for I’m going to fall in his traps again, a sonnet.

This impel to wreak everything in sight, makes me understand why brown shall be the colour of lush,
You’re bathing in it, born this way to charm. How can I deny this? I think it would be better to apologize,
Spin me to the bottom, let me untie, let me slide my fingers into your hair; cry one more time, let blush.
Obsessed with blood, I wish to understand the waves in the ocean of a body. An opportunity to seize.
Didn’t know entertainment was so necessary. One of these days, I’m afraid luck would run out,
For now, I want to practice he art of flying, the skill of drifting to the skies, the power to take control,
And more than that, the power of losing it. Reinvent love to me, ‘cause I’m not sure what I know about.

Spin me up, slide into my world, caress me, make me realize what I want, what I need,
I feel the sun cold, warm it up for me, confuse the active and passive for me, I please
I talked to the lord, he sounded impressed by my falling into his deep spun web I see,
But I was never aware that it’d please me so much, so much in my heart I’ll bet it indeed.
Spin me a 45, a 90 or 180. I am fine by it all. Show me what I’m capable of, won’t embarrass the land.
I live for music, it’s a high so high for me. I live for the air, to hold it, until I dissolve for more,
A gnaw, a fist, all for it. I feel I’m changed to the core, replaced by something sweet than bland,
What have you done? I fell for this trap, I wish I keep falling forever. Feed this monster the encore.


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