I love the way your name flows so smoothly from my mouth, my pen, my fingertips…which leads me to daydream about how I can’t wait to lay with you and trace the outline of your lips, nose, and eyes with said fingertips. I think often, sometimes about things no one gives a damn about. Most times, I fear where my thoughts will lead me but, lately I have been allowing them to free-flow & they have been leading me straight to you. I see you here smiling at me with warm eyes. They tell me to come closer and I listen, I find myself in your arms & I feel safe here. The artist in me wants to love the artist in you: your music, my paint, your drums, my pencils, your keyboard, my brushes = us, one blank canvas with infinite possibilities.
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