Thursday, March 13, 2014

While You Were Sleeping

While you were sleeping,
I'll be with your doll and play...
We'll play filling up crates and tray...
Pounding, grinding till the dust turn to clay...

.and that's how we play,
no exceptions even a single day,
while you're logging and at bay,
our hips constantly sways...

We may looked complacent and serene...

After playing that almost never ends...
Even when our juices are already drained...

Playing more still flags our brains...

That's how we play...
We played everyday...

-Aispinay
Green pond in mind
Valenzuela 2014

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