My poetry

I cannot talk to you, but my poetry can. It can touch places I have never seen or felt. It can whisper to your ears the lust I have for you. It can embrace you with love like I could never do. It can make you feel safer than I ever did. It can offer you pleasure but without the guilt.

Oh, my lyrics can be more dramatic than I, In them, I pour all that I have And I undress to the entire world Without them knowing.

My poetry can reach to you Better than I ever could, And every letter is a kiss And every sound is just the echo of how much I miss...

I miss your smile and your being. I miss your silly jokes and faces. I miss all that describes you. But what I miss the most...

Are the parts that I could only see.

Those parts you are so blinded that you cannot see:

I miss the smell of your masculine spirit The power in your look and jaw The curves of your well-sculpted body The hands that gently touched my hair The feet that were entangled to mine not so much time ago

I miss your smell, I miss your being And I hope my poetry will tell.
 

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