I woke up to write
before the coffee, the sunrise
it was words that fancied my skin
to forget my dream the moment my eyes opened.
What is it that makes you want a woman like me?
Your list is long
and everything you say
makes me reevaluate my life as if it were a spreadsheet.
I know you only want to use your knees to spread my legs
across yours. It is what I want. I really do admire
how you are so quick to the point.
You do not miss a song, I know I hate to text
and read way too much. I am quiet and methodic
concentrate on the typewriter as if it loved me back.
How could we be here?
People dying from cancer, heart attacks,
and I’m aching for you. It is not a myth,
or a legend, it is how my…
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