Sometimes you meet someone so new that the glare from their radiant light blinds you like a semi-truck on a stark midnight highway, but how can you look away? What would that mean, anyway? Forgetting you seems an impossibly formidable task that I have a difficult time understanding, when you are in every single present thought, screaming my name in a cold, dark, desolate void. All I hear you is telling me I’m beautiful, all I can see is your smiling face, all I can feel is the love that saturates all of my thoughts. Irreverent longing bubbles up to produce the pink tint behind my cheeks, I glance to the ground while smiling, and the love that we create completely encompasses us both in your topless Jeep. You’ll tuck my errant bangs behind my ear and kiss my forehead, reminding me of the adoration that so clearly emerges from your strong heart, and I’ll whisper my desires into your welcoming ears. Envisioning the days, nights, early mornings of our love-making, wholly engrossed in each other, pulls my heart through these days when we cannot communicate. Come, let me love you. Let me take us through to the end.
All along, you were my mine. You were my always always. Thank you for pulling me out the quicksand, and kissing my mouth once I emerged.
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