X

I keep re-reading your text, helped in my daily routine, erased feelings of being vex. Can't see what's behind life's corner, what's next? At least now, I choose not to be perplexed. Throw away idle problems, Life is already too complex. I put on my specs, allowing your poetic text, to elevate my mind, higher than a package flown from FedEx. Thoughts searching, Like the mentality of Malcolm X. Your words built me up, like strong muscular pecks. Standing tall, like an enormous Tyrannosaurus Rex. You make me smile, Like I am about to receive a million dolla' cheque. In your text, zero mentioned about sex. You wrote simple, heartfelt words, nothing to reject. Yet, as I read, thoughts dictated my body's flow, unleashed a hidden treasure, marked with X. Desiring to kiss you, stroke my tongue on your neck, wanting to have you as my hobby, a special school project. My desired play toy, my favourite object. Going wild, Like the partying French from Montreal, province Quebec. Your kindness for me, comes from your soul, U don't look to me as a criminal suspect. You see my genuine nature, helping to heal, a constant ship wreck. So what the heck? It's already too late, You have established the position of my supportive wooden deck. Maybe you'll be around for a lifetime friend, hopefully not an ex. If that's the case, and we vanish, I will always reflect. Soothing words, Like the finest, sweetest oral sex. Thanks for YOUR extended words, Now MY cherished text!!