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I try to be a better man
Your eyes are blind
You can never see that
You treat me like am an alien from the outer space
But I do have human flesh
The least you could do is treat me better with love and passion
Judging shouldn't be mine nor your thing to do
For it goes beyond our inferior souls
Mouth is shut, let it be silence and peace
Listen to the voice that will guide us how we speak
The intonation that you imitate for that is
the basic to get the knowledge that we seek
Let me undress you
To see the bright colors in you
Let me remove those mascaras
Even the costumes and everything that is fake in you
Let me undress you
Not the litteral one
Where can I see you in ****
But instead in the way
Where can I see you in new
I got an impact massager
for my legs
which are always super tight after my workouts
it is AMAZING
like a massage and physical therapy all in one
and it kind of has a mind of its own
jumping all over the place
at least that’s what I tell myself
when it ends up
as it usually does
   there
I mean—
those muscles are super tight too
In my city,
it's a morning
I know it might be
noon, evening or
night within your
region,
But...
nevertheless
Good morning
beautiful
Precious morning to you ♥️🥀
he is the lover,
he asks me to come to him and he wraps me up in warmth and he
feeds me like i deserve it, loves me like we would die without it,
he whispers that he missed me, these few hours we were apart,
asks me if i am willing to give more and i always am,
then keeps giving and giving and ringing out the
tenderness in his hands,

he is the lover
and it scares me
how happy one person can make us.
do you hate when i love other people, not
a jealousy about possession,
but one about wishing for things you just don't allow
yourself to have,
and then seeing them everywhere around you like
it cost nothing.

do you want me to get
even closer,
but are just too afraid to voice it yet,
do you want me to tell you just how much
i long for you even when you're here,

i see you but
what do your eyes hold inside
that i just can never reach.
In this loud world,
....will my silent love be heard.

if not you, who will remember me,
love.
©Nyaluelit.Kuoth 2021
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