Although bruised and crying…
My attraction for you grew.
And I just ‘knew’ this was true love.
The kind from you,
That possesses my obsessed heart.
And canoes around my blinded mind!
With hopes one day,
Only you and I will throw coconuts at each other…
Blissed together,
On our own private island!
‘That is sick! ‘
How else will we get them to split apart?
To get what is inside,
Seen…
To discuss?
And for us,
Now open.
To mend with licks and share more lust.
‘By seeking the help we both need.’
Please…
That’s too everydayish!
Besides…
There is no passion in that!