's what you are.
not mere paranoia adolescent first and last thought ..
You're a strange creature that I can not decipher.
either because you do not know who was sent to me.
do not know why you creep in every moment of my days ..
do not know why I can not watch something without thinking about your face, your smell ..
I feel safe in my thoughts ... Yet I feel ... Imprisoned in
memories of things not seen yet ..
chained in a submission to a prison without bars that leaves me free from too free ..
love with thrill ..
in love ...
of red and fleshy lips
in love ... .
in love ... .
interminable Sunday in bed
in love .....
in love .....
of your hands on me
in love ......
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