Hidden statistics revealed, I stroke her head while she’s sleeping
Cuddle then turn away, skin contact arousing, precum sneaking sticky notes
She says things like this, don’t even cross her mind
Spontaneousness for her, thoughtful planned actions and words from me.
Interested parties increasing, but none of them are her
Green witnesses jealous and confused, unsure how we love
Placed hope, heart and mind on the line, only I know, how much I’ll do to make sure she’s alright
Maybe sexual moments, charge my soul along with toe deep conversations, they help make it all feel whole.
No matter how we split, death, decisions, or forfeit
It should be told, the high hopes and moments even plans unrevealed, when I said I loved her I meant it
Cry baby feelings, on my Twitter feed, poem after poem, displaying wants, needs.