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Rain-shod, I imagine your face slick with wet; Your sturdy glasses frame and clear lenses blurred, the buzz of your hair sullied — a sopping dandelion of mused black & grey. Well, I assume you'd mirror yourself in equal to my look of wild hope at a rendezvous, my drizzled sight pushing past the clouds of our noon. You flush at my nerves; I enquire at your bowed head. Plain as day, I ask you only to look at me; teach yourself the face of my name, come armed with your greeting and friendly question. See me reciprocal and willing to embrace you. In you, I will learn the perfect vitality of your stoic masculinity; the visage of your potential palpable to my girlish pliancy. ‘Ere my lust goes further — spiral adoration borne of Venus and Lissajous wanting in me. Know, man, that you inspire a wicked fantasy — You hold your umbrella to the left of me, pointing its curved structure over us in order to evade the rain. This is love, I think; the weather of you soon to pass by as fleeing as autumn-dead weeds.
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Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 7:08 PM UTC
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Rain-shod, I imagine your face slick with wet; Your sturdy glasses frame and clear lenses blurred, the buzz of your hair sullied — a sopping dandelion of mused black & grey. Well, I assume you'd mirror yourself in equal to my look of wild hope at a rendezvous, my drizzled sight pushing past the clouds of our noon. You flush at my nerves; I enquire at your bowed head. Plain as day, I ask you only to look at me; teach yourself the face of my name, come armed with your greeting and friendly question. See me reciprocal and willing to embrace you. In you, I will learn the perfect vitality of your stoic masculinity; the visage of your potential palpable to my girlish pliancy. ‘Ere my lust goes further — spiral adoration borne of Venus and Lissajous wanting in me. Know, man, that you inspire a wicked fantasy — You hold your umbrella to the left of me, pointing its curved structure over us in order to evade the rain. This is love, I think; the weather of you soon to pass by as fleeing as autumn-dead weeds.
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Feb 18, 2026 at 7:08 PM UTC
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