Brown Irony

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@miraclemiracle935004
3 hours ago

#poetry

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His skin defies caramel.
Milk suits the description.
His shape commands the eyes.
Not Sablier, but sure tasty.
His voice, like crystal, is clear.
Cymbals and a touch of bass.
His thoughts were clear as a monk.
Zen may fit it more.

My knack for crackings untold.
I felt and surrounded the skin.
Control, I held myself.
He vibed and rolled with me.
A day we sat and talked.
Skin to skin, my nerves were calmed.
A bridge my arms did form.
Charges could pass easily.

I missed him. I told him I did.
He missed me. He said he did too.
To meet me, December, he made it known.
To adore his body in the reunion, I made him know.
A madman, he called me normally.
No doubts, weird and unconventional.
Butterflies in tummy, my heart fluttered. Expectant to see him, I bade him bye.

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