Tell me, my dear, why you keep
that golden sun beetle tied so tightly around your neck?
You say that you feel naked without it, as
it hangs gently
over your *******
But let me tell you something.
I feel naked without you wrapped around my neck.
I am totally and completely exposed without your love
to shield me from the night.
But your arms are not a ribbon.
I cannot keep you on
a leash.
Nor do I want to.
Darling, you are the most valuable thing in the universe to me.
And because you mean so much, I must let you fly free.
I cannot keep you tied around my neck like the scarab on yours.
I can only hope that you'd willingly hang around.
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 1:08 AM UTC
Tell me, my dear, why you keep
that golden sun beetle tied so tightly around your neck?
You say that you feel naked without it, as
it hangs gently
over your *******
But let me tell you something.
I feel naked without you wrapped around my neck.
I am totally and completely exposed without your love
to shield me from the night.
But your arms are not a ribbon.
I cannot keep you on
a leash.
Nor do I want to.
Darling, you are the most valuable thing in the universe to me.
And because you mean so much, I must let you fly free.
I cannot keep you tied around my neck like the scarab on yours.
I can only hope that you'd willingly hang around.
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