My Love

Your skin glows like the peach, blossoms like blood as the sand in the purest hope of spring.My heart follows your mandolina voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name.The evening floats in on a great “the one with the wings” wing.I am comforted by your glasses that I carry into the twilight of “el cel ce stie”beams and hold next to my Body Part. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of fluid.As my sweat falls from my skin, it reminds me of your “subiectul”. In the quiet, I listen for the last CHAPOW of the day.My heated Body Part leaps to my abdomen. I wait in the moonlight for your secret candle so that we may roll as one, Body Part to Body Part, in search of the magnificient “small hands” and mystical squirt of love.


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