so real
so true
the truest of blues
your touch so smooth
lubricate my mind with seeds of knowledge
harvest my body from your sweet desires
interested in the disarming nature of your iris
i am not used to this
i can grow used to this
never been used like this
i’ll never feel used again
if you are my only man
you’ve become my heaven sent
love letters written in green pen
thanking my brillant man