You Sir, are my love language
a library of soft romance
that sways my heart
like sweet poetry.
But, you know
the things I’ll do
to walk in your darkness
to hear you praise me
to feel your approving growls
pervade my being
Things that make me
soft and hazy
malleable and pliable
setting off
some deep grenade inside,
My body always betrays me
dancing to this song you’ve made
thoughts plucked
like petals from a daisy
float and fall
in sweet cascade
