Exclusivity
Only you.
No more kissing men
in warm rooms; Your mouth
makes me lose control more
than rum and cokes do.
It is decided.
With words that a dream told you
I needed more than others. More
than lovers. More than other lovers.
We wake up together.
Your face.
Buried in my neck and kinder than
most, probably. We’ll fall in love
and book a holiday and beautiful
cashier girls won’t affect me
Anymore.
We dress to impress each other and I
borrow clothes from your wardrobe. These
big shirts feel so good hanging onto me.
Hung up on me.
I am starting.
Understanding the concept of togetherness
and speaking without embarrassment. To
say that I simply can’t be with anybody other
Than you.
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