The Sky is Black Blue, but Full of Stars, and I'm Crying?

just a bit popped from the wine...
just a bit lonely (all the time)
definitely horny cause that's the guy I'm (1)
and tired of the stupid bind.
of the journey as it is undefined
Like chaos, only a bit refined...
feels like life was undermined...

but then, like I said in the first line,
...a bit popped on the wine.
Is that why I'm crying?
(or the same boring rhyme of every line?)

I long for the warmth of her skin against mine,
long for the scent of her in my nostrils,
The feel of her body in my hands as we combine
with each other...the ADVENTURE! the THRILLS!

But then, I'm a guy...
Maybe it seems odd to talk about such disparity in a single thought.
Happy and crying?
Soft touches and a thousand miles?

But I would give all of whatever I have to her...
and perhaps, with a little bit of luck...
I will get to.

d=^))
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(1)   ..... I AM = I'm. Get over it
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