Kissing, talking, falling out of frost, heart-lifting, hate-ripping
She’s cryptic as a Coptic triptych, I need an Egyptian priest
Here with me helping me to read, Trismegistus, the Voynich
Manuscript, man you flipped like a Jack in the Box lid
Get out of here before you walk out dead, El Cid
Magic, travel and drug trafficking, all three happening
Her hips and ass wide like someone added a coagulant
To the lining of the pants, I go to her panting like
A line of ants trooping to a fallen banana
Her panties off halfway, I follow the tip of the landstrip
To treasure trails, first time in ages seeing treasure without a dragon’s tail.
Alchemisland 
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