This is not a poem about sex, making love, or even the idea of fucking.

You see, this a poem about the connection between the mind and the body.

How each and every crevice of our body is controlled by the biggest erection

known to mankind, the mind.

How a mind fuck is the best fuck, because it digs deeper than anywhere a tongue,

dick or toy can go.

A world so beautiful, the mind. Can be simple or simply put, more intelligent than

most can handle or comprehend.

Speaking your mind into mine like sultry soul music, I’m tuned in like it’s neo soul

To begin to think of something so biologically  impossible, mind fucking

Makes me think about our special powers, to do what most can’t do.



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