Because of how many poems I’ve written about you
I now know
That
I fell for you
And sure
Maybe it is just
Your body
And the way
You orgasm
And the way
You feel in my arms
Afterwards
But
I know now
That I fell
For that
I will
Miss you
And the way that you cum
Greatly
I couldn’t tell you that
With the spoken word
So I hope
That I expressed it
With the way that I touched you
And with the way
I’ve used you
For my muse
I
Am sorry
For
Everything
Why is it that we are so eager to appreciate the beauty of a: flower, or a waterfall, or the stars, or a sunset; but we are hardly ever that open to seeing the beauty in each other? Why is that, dear
“A simple request” she says, “Speak to me in poem, intrigue my mind with your words, genuine and authentic, for your words become actions, are the framework of our relationship, and have the power to
There’s a camera on top of the building Next to this one And it points Right at me I lift up my shirt And flash it my hairy nipple Then I give it the finger It moves with me Turning as I walk away fro
