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i like you

white girl.

you need a smile

which i shall give to you.



it's the obvious

that should prove true,

move you to clear your head,

fill the void in your chest,

and though i tease you

it's for the best,

you keep my infatuations on edge,

sharpened.



of what i've seen

peering back at me through eyes like a soft caress,

reflecting all those things you keep unsaid,

i am fascinated.

i cannot wait to get you open,

to feel your effect consume me.

(any part left that it hasn't already)



your mouth, from which i blush

holds  me in the innocence

of it's locked secrets.

i fumble blindly for my key...

unknowing.



from my bed, i dream of sensual nothings,

that have been stirred, but never awakened.

you know of that place within ourselves we hardly trust

where desires can't be hushed,

and the welcome of risk

unburdens her bliss, to make us feel

inadequate.

(as though we've never lived.)



let's re-learn the passion of a kiss,

as outside we burn up into ashes.

the rebirth of your trust, through faith

allowing you to realize,

that everything you have sacrificed in the past,

has not been lost, just misplaced.

you've always been whole.



i'll remind you

as you close your eyes,

that the significance of love,

where i am stemming from, begins with us

and you'll laugh at how simple it all is

as you cry in the sigh of a soft release,

at the words in my poem,

and what they mean

you will not believe,

but i promise this:

i have barely scratched the surface of what could be.

but more, later

unveiled, like happy endings,

and the laughter, of a child

you will remember, in great detail

the feeling, of my words

as i have lead you, to smile.