The Perfect Choice


It’s Something, it’s that connection
Leading me to reflection
Remembering every innocuous interaction
Even without happy ending satisfaction.

Without you, the apocalypse of fears
In the silence of lonely night’s tears
Excitement at thought that you’re near
I’m Begging, I’m pleading for the rest of your years

Subtle glance at your silhouette
Plotting deeply to get you wet
Intensely loving into a sweat
Your deepest needs, I’ll never forget

It’s something, it’s your voice
Speaking this soliloquy until you are moist
Your gentle Honesty leads me to rejoice
It’s just that you are the perfect choice.


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