Your skin glows like the Strawberry, blossoms bright as the lilly in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your sax voice and leaps like a teddy bear at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great dove wing.
I am comforted by your sweater that I carry into the twilight of underwearbeams and hold next to my neck.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my lip falls from my scarf, it reminds me of your computer.
In the quiet, I listen for the last beep-boop of the day.
My heated thigh leaps to my jeans. I wait in the moonlight for your secret DVD so that we may go as one, thigh to thigh, in search of the magnificient black and mystical Eugene of love."
The online adlib style poem generator Phylah and I made on our six-month anniversary. I hate it when she watched me type because I knows she is bettah... oh a kiss
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