It's so nice to be silent with you.
It's so nice to drink tea.
It's so nice to inhale the smell of oranges.
It's so nice to look for the fluffy aliens
in the garden with cherry_blossoms_fall.
It's so nice to breathe in time with you.
It's so nice to dance tango, rumba, foxtrot with you.
Everything's fine with you.
I don't know how live without you.
I don't want neither to think, nor to imagine
what it's like to wake up and not hear you snort like a child.
I know when you don't sleep anymore
and you look at my face as if it's new to you again and again.
I wander if you want to save it forever on your hard drive?
Men like me, maybe not human in fact, come when they are not expected.
They might turn their lover's lives either into a fairy tale,
or into a continuous adventure.
But sooner or later they vanish into thin air.
There's a taste of honey from kisses on the lips, neck, chest, groin.
There's a light that is always in you, close to you, in front of you.
It's golden.
It's soft.
You might stroke this light as you stroke a kitten fur.
You might drink it as an elixir of love that will never end.
After that you might even fly to Sirius to find some funny planets nearby.
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