There is but one man's chest I wanna bury my face deep.
That one mans scent I always long to drown myself in.
That man's eyes I always caught myself fantasizin'
That but one man where with just a smile all my troubles- gone.
No! He's not my guy, never did.
He is my corny, sweet, loving, silly, playboy, handsome best friend.
My first love. my comfort. It's mutual.
Though label is not.
It's better that way right?
©amaia
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