It was only
when you cut the lights
and sat cross-legged on the bed,
facing me --
that your narrowed gaze
and fingers, laced in mine,
-- told more than your soft whispers ever could
of the man you were,
the man you are,
and the one you strive to be,
if only for me.
I hope my lips against yours
confirmed
you
are a great deal more than enough
to command my devotion.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
It was only
when you cut the lights
and sat cross-legged on the bed,
facing me --
that your narrowed gaze
and fingers, laced in mine,
-- told more than your soft whispers ever could
of the man you were,
the man you are,
and the one you strive to be,
if only for me.
I hope my lips against yours
confirmed
you
are a great deal more than enough
to command my devotion.
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