A poem

You ever just sit there
And wait for the poem
And then it comes

He’s like that
A dark poem
That fills you with light

A complicated soul
Written in words
Only you understand

He’s a nightmare
And a sweet dream
All rolled into one

He’s want and need
Making me bite my lip
Forcing me to grip bedsheets

He’s firm and soft
Gentle and rough
He’s near and far

He’s the poem you wait for
And call your own
When he comes

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