This is a love poem.

For the sweetest boi I've ever known.

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When I get caught up, needing a word
to match the feeling...
I fail time and time again.
So I smoke another cigarette,
rest my hand on your thigh.
"Take me."
"Take me."
"Take me!"
"Please, fucking take me now!"
The mantra in my soul
when vocabulary fails
and I'm lost in the comfort of you.

It's the safety of you,
my deep-down need of you.
Your lust.
Your hard boi cock.
Teeth on neck, thighs.
Bruised reminders of our time stolen
from the rest of the world,
how you always say the perfect words
whether your lips move or not.
This is a love poem.
Fuck poem.
Lust poem.

That cocky boi attitude
simmered in sweetness
drenches me
like nothing I'd ever imagined
and all I can think
from the moment we part
is, "When will I see you again?"
I thought I knew love,
trust,
security,
desire.
Soul satisfaction.

Never.
No, never...
Never, until now.
The embodiment of complete
is the gift you've granted me.
Lover, shooting star...
I saw you there,
had to reach out
and make a wish.
Dreams really do come true;
I'm lost in you,
no longer afraid.

And this is a love poem.