The smell of plumerias in the pacific on this tiny island is a wonderful thing to experience.
I think of the fragrant smell of different flowers and I think of you; my lover.
The way you smell of cacao beans and coffee.
The way your light, chocolate skin rubs against mine.
I love you the way all things are to be loved.
I keep you in my heart all the time.
I pray because of you.
You are the only thing I pray for if need be.
You are the crisp, cold air at night that I love to breathe in.
You are the only one person I love.
When there is no one else lover, I think of you.
Love me, kiss me kill me….
And love me harder.
Put your sword in its sheath..
Put sugar on me.
And I’ll tell you how much I love it when you pull my hair and stroke me gently as if you knew what you were doing.
Moan for me lover.
Take me because I know you are the only one, and the only one I’d come home to.
I run to you….
Only.
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