Dum-ebi

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@miraclemiracle935004
3 hours ago

#poetry

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17 and I met him,
A weird call but fused.
Five random questions and a spark,
Flowing chats all arose.
Pink singlets and black undies,
Sexy and sensual, he sensed.
Honesty and vulnerability,
A solace and a bosom.

Spill the tea and lock the secrets,
Boys n' boys, chats unfold.
On fire and by thunder,
A blazing burning furnace.
Hairs adorn his face,
Maturity chasing after him.
He is my baby,
He looks not a baby.

In and out questions were thrown.
Out of my heart answers I gave.
Face to face praises were thrown.
Out of my lungs laughter unfold.
Heart to heart comments were made.
Heart to heart we loved on us.
By and by our bond is deepening.
More and more we will never separate.

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