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You are My Mind's Buzzer

Your mind kindles my heart.


Your craving sign calls me and makes me approach you.


Your mind's calling make me need accord, and it must be fulfilled.


Your presence by itself must be siren to wake me up in having consciousness to guard you.


Your sigh, your wink, your closing eyes move, all these are ringing my heart harp, that playing stirs me up to contact with you, and your it contacts me to touch your skin.
Then your skin must be your mind's mirror.


Your heart must have the mind to have me forevermore, and your lips breathes to the air contacting with you, that carrying smel buzzes my heart reacting to your carrying all.


Your mind anytime needs accord with me, and your eyes always intends my eyes rivetted to your eyes, nose, lips and breasts.


Your heart buzzer awakes my mind I just have mind to my heart opened turned to the idea my it just is shelled, but my it instantly opened to carried to your mind and they make accord.


Thus, your presence is my heart opening elf in my mind's buzzer.
Once buzzed my heart does not stop, what kind of power was injected to it for changing.


Any jealousy could never intervene my running to you, my honey.


Your breathing in sighing touches me, it execites my mind to sleep in you.


Clazy amusement is created by my ennui exhaustion, but its state could be switched in your intixication. My launching setting mode is driven at full throttle, your eyes are so satisfied with every injection from me, it must be our destiny.


Two minds make accord perfectly.
What accord tells me in my losing is only a tiny moment to come to me and long keeping aftermath.


My aftermath makes its spontanity to float in whitened misty clouds on my mind.
My mind clouds are absorbed in reverbration unknown to my idea.


Very delicate concept around my alive and survival must be created in its intoxication.


Your buzzing moment is my life all happiness.
Buzzing pushing and echoed siren is durably smoldering, that keeping changed your expression.


Moment must be created by God. God only knows all process. But even God could never know my buzzed mind, only that thing is owned to me, and it's amazing.


Eventually we all probably are remotely indipendent, and that division makes everything in world, you know. 


Probably either these words, and these either buzz my mind forevermore.


(Sep. 26, 27 th. 2020)