Those damned,
long, pointy, squaredish,
silver filigree at the tip,
black snakeskin shoes . . .
Just seeing them
and suddenly
Drakkar Noir is up my nose
your crazy long black hair
is blowing in the gentle breeze at sunrise
in winter.
"You never once
even TRIED
to kiss me."
No, I didn't.
You are a sacred being to me,
my Treasured Delight.
Everyone else
gave in to their lust
around you.
I refused.
Because I loved you.
Because I have always and will always
love you.
"And this is why
I am ever Yours and no one else's.
This, and no other reason.
You see my soul,
You see my heart.
And never do you act
in ways that might bruise
my already troubled mind.
Thank you,
Treasured Delight."
Always,
My Own.
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