I can't stop
put the stopper back in the bottle
out of which the genie popped
I got what I wish for and yet
not the lips I craved
the hips
the ifs and buts and
where fors
lost time lingering
aftermath
the craving this deep sense
of what can't be had with a wish
but must be worked for
churned up like butter
from the most
precious cream
the dream love true
not quite a nightmare
the ache denied
the shiver in the thighs
The Lost world in your eyes
I got what I wish for
now wish I hadn't
it is never enough
This lust for more and more
this adoration
this sweet pain stirred up
with sweat
pounding it out like butter
like cream
like a dream come true
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