Not a touch or a glance,
but your sheer
existence, like origami
curls a toe or ten.
Hell, just the sight of your name
sets me aflame, period.
And well, not even 9 hours without ac
in hundred degree heat, birth
more wetness in me, from just your aura
again and again.
I can't even imagine
what more you could give me baby...
Without any effort at all, you've
given me every
color in existence, in a world
that for me,
was always black and blue.
I don't know how you do
what you do,
only to say, I'm grateful
that you are.
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