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I want to feel your tongue trail my body,
like I’m your maze you’re trying to solve.
I never let anyone love me,
that was until I met you,

you made it look so easy,
effortless in all that you do.
She wrote the words
of all she loved
across his arms

and months later
she was writing words
of all she loved about him.
She told him
“Maybe I’ll write a poem about you,”
when really she could of written a book.

He told her
“Maybe I’ll write a song about you,”
when really he could of written a symphony.
You consume me;
my thoughts, my words.

They’re about you
and all for you.

— The End —