I just find it easy saying a
bag of sweet things to you.
You cluster my fantasies
although you don’t know all my fancies.
A day with you is like a day
for forever.
The hairs on my skin sway from
the left to the right by the sliding of your skin against mine
which is my definition of romance.
Every moment I miss you I picture
a future with you.
Apparently our future has been built.
The only man who praises my
efforts although its not the best.
The man who says that mistakes
that have been made cannot be unmade but it is forgivable.
I LOVE YOU AND I CALL YOU MY
MAN… LOVE YOU AND I CALL YOU MY MAN…
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