You must know that what might break us,
will break us open,
but my love for you is interconnected in loops,
in the vibrant strings of the wind,
in the sweet percussion of sunlight’s ray,
I am only reserved to the promise,
which I always endeared and take hold for you,
that we are fulfilled with our own intimacy,
and between us,
no one can ever touch this sleeping landscape of skin,
no one can love you as much as I do,
is it not so precious,
elegant and swarming with delight,
for such the man in me,
obeys the principles of warmth,
the humid elements of your breath.
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 6:28 PM UTC
You must know that what might break us,
will break us open,
but my love for you is interconnected in loops,
in the vibrant strings of the wind,
in the sweet percussion of sunlight’s ray,
I am only reserved to the promise,
which I always endeared and take hold for you,
that we are fulfilled with our own intimacy,
and between us,
no one can ever touch this sleeping landscape of skin,
no one can love you as much as I do,
is it not so precious,
elegant and swarming with delight,
for such the man in me,
obeys the principles of warmth,
the humid elements of your breath.
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