My love, expressive and oh so sure
My love, the key to any unopened door.
How perfectly you fit in my hands, as I wrap my fingers around your body, and you submit to me with all your vulnerability...trusting that I will use you as a pleasurable tool, to ease my mind and pour out my truth.
Oh my love, your trust in me gives me a sense of worth, as your head touches the surface of a permanent birth, your strokes so smooth, so clear and radiant - perfectly crafting my pain and mental ressurection.
My love, you've come back to me after I've neglected you for so long - the warmth I feel of your embrace like the birds chirping a new song - as they embrace the warmth of yet another sunrise, how grateful I am to once again have you close to my side.
Oh my love, I yearn for your forgiveness, yet you have long ago forgiven me as you are the most understanding of my inconsistency.
My first love, the pen that writes my truth, oh you are the beauty of my soul, the one that unleashes the beast of my never-ending sorrows.
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