Your inset thoughts kept locked,
tight pore, scrunchy face, attitude.
Unreadable emotions though they mean, something
is defiantly blocked.
Scour, squint, tight cheeks these weeks.
Looking for buttons to press, I am unimpressed.
Answer the question, demands the seeker.
You fill my beaker to overflow, chemistry.
Responsibility, strains like sand, time slips.
Diligently, fatigue, surprise, my eyes, your thighs.
Open yourself completely, and never feel fear again.
Inset in your thoughts, there is no end...
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