*for brownin'*
there is no controlling you
you ride across the prairies in my mind
on stallions as wild as your curls
a bandit queen
who shoots sugar-tipped arrows from her lips
i can't stop you
from lassoing my thoughts
and branding them with your laughter
or your swimming gently
with my dreams under orange moons
and watchful eyes that burn in the fabric of night
there is no controlling you
and truth is
i'd be a fool to.
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