He said...
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*I plan on scribing you...
Like the queen you are*...
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*And making up for....
Our time apart*...
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Healing emotional scars...
Through the cure of his art...
He writes it down...
From deeper parts...
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Without ink...
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Way before entering...
Into the depths...
Of my soul...
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He gives me more...
Than just mere...
Or subtle thoughts...
To hold...
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He makes me the poem...
For I am his love piece...
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Pen*d from his heart...
Exclusively...
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He scribes emotionally...
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From the inside...
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Leaving no space unwritten...
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Between my life lines...
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He pays attention...
To the flow of my sighs...
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Taking detailed notes...
So that the very next time...
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I look into his eyes...
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I can have more...
Than a moment of clarity...
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I can look through his pupils...
View commitment...
And discover sincerity...
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As he embraces...
And kisses me sensually...
.
Before pulling me closer than close...
And whispering...
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I...Love...You...
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Entering me intimately...
.
Providing closure...
Way before any ecstasy...
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He pleasures me...
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Beyond loose leaf...
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Between the soiled...
But love laced sheets...
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Containing our bodies...
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So soak...and so wet...
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Something like the first time...
Our minds made a connect...
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And when I reflect....
On the leg spasms...
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The multiple orgasms...
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The climax...
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And release...
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I know for a fact...
That all of these things...
Will be on a mode...
Entitled repeat...
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Under a new lease...
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With a rate increase...
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Because when true love...
Is involved...
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Peace evolves...
And fortunately...
For this type of thing...
There is no cost...
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...Thr feeling*s mutual...
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He writes them down...
Into the palms...
Of my hands...
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With a kiss on the cheek...
That leads to the lips...
And the creation...
Of future plans...
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...
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On paper planes that land...
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In afterthoughts that expand...
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Though emotionally secluded...
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Under passions light...
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He is a poet...
My favorite poet...
In his own write...
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