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Sep 2023
Could we make love in front of a mirror,
reflecting on what we've done,
And maybe start to see things a little clearer
I know it feels odd, but you're worth it baby,
and I know I'm just searching for love,
as you've been searching for a purpose lately
I want to be a comforting rest to all of your dark thoughts,
asking you to make me your personal pillow
As it's been a long day; so why don't take that
weight off your shoulders,
and I'll take it all, exercising myself to take all of your kilos

I want to blow some options, in the shade of your love,
rustle up all of your feelings blowing likes the leaves,
Then after take a bite of your fruit, and tell you it's not enough,
cut you down, so I can build you up as I see
Unbutton your chest, and dive afterwards into your sea,
and let me swim long strokes as much as I please

I want to wrap you up as a coat to set you a blaze with my touch,
whispers those personal secrets I fear you may not believe,
Make myself your personal seat, till I can barely breathe,
scraping a little fibre off my tongue with a taste of my skin
I want to be your personal heater, keeping you warm at heart,
as I slowly put myself in

I want to be your water gun, to play with a quick trigger,
an itchy trigger finger- to shoot a few shots for a thrill
I want you to call me, "mine,"Β Β to go a little deeper and be
a personal digger

I want the mattress to tell a tale, that these walls can't deny,
from all day chasing tail, I must be in time to chase you
from behind
I want to be the face to your canyon; to rock your world
to do something I've never done before, that makes me feel like I lost all of my morals
To lick every drop of your dripping cream like an ice cream cone,
to have a scent of you leading me all of the way,
A man the world calls a dog, and an animal who has a hint of you
stuck on his nose

I want your model bottle shape, to drink to the bottom,
train my actions into giving you a regular rhythm
Especially when all of my inners are constantly throbbing,
seeing all of the green flags inside of your passionate eyes
As what's any reason to have of me ever stopping

I need you here tonight, by wanting what you're also wanting,
putting all of the work when you choose to join me with your company.
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  25/M/Zimbabwe
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