My dearest, I cannot express this to you enough, there are not enough words in any language to measure you up, but I devote my life to doing the best that I can, weaving and spinning through gardens of poetry trying to pluck the dearest verses, the darling reason, the highest sentiments, for you. You are simply what you are, and you exist in such perfection that forces me to never turn away, my eyes always pressed softly to the hue of you, my body begging and yearning for more, always more. You simply are.
You are the smell of rain and the way it arouses my body in love, you are the golden blood of jazz and the sexy serene in the morning, you are every street name and sunrise and sunset I have missed because I am in bed with you, too foolish to leave but wise enough to stay and know the difference, you are every stone that has found a way to charm me, to drip my beautiful blood blue into its energy, you my sweetness, are never without, you are everywhere I go and all that I do, it’s you, always you; you are everything, absolutely everything, and the sea.
by: Christopher Poindexter
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