my lines are bold. brian's are italic :)
i love drunk poetic nights with my boyyy.
colorful constance..
you give me simplicity,
a beautiful reaction of energy.
you give me constance,
with just the right amount of nonsense :)
never knew it could be so easy,
findin someone to run wild with me.
through the fields of color,
through the times of duller,
we can bask in sheer delight,
knowing we share your bed at night.
and anticipate a kiss so very fine,
after i complete our rhyme.
in your presence i can feel the essence of pure beauty.wont you be my flower? and continue to grow with me?
wont you be my power? and continue to flow through me?
your skin is shimmering like white crystals in the sky,
reflecting from the moonlight, with eyes of exquisite ice.
bluer than the hottest fire,
your soul, heart & face that i desire,
our love conspires
in waves of color.
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