Dear You.

If the wind's force can flow at a high mileage speed,
pushing your entire body into it's next step,
it still wouldn't compare to the way love has sprouted in my being.

It wouldn't equate to the feeling that someone under the influence
receives joy from.
Surpassed completely.

Incomparable to the more typical stages of love.

Your very presence relaxes my nerves.
Your smile controls my heartbeat.
When we kiss, it's as magical as every girls dream.
While in your arms, I'm protected.

I wonder if you knew....

I wanted to fuck you.


I wanna fuck you.


I truly, indubitably...


Need to FUCK You! ❤️❤️❤️

Sigh!
#happynationalpoetrymonth