What I want,
What I truly desire,
Braiding your tangled hair
Touching your beautiful manly large feet
I want to taste your flaws, your lips wet with mine
Your arms when your warm white flesh touches mine, your magic embrace
Your kisses against my face
To lay down with you every night and morning
You still live in me and my soul cries for the death of me.
When I looked into your eyes, they were like clocks that stopped when I stared into them
In these moments, everything began to speak
Only in languages love is understood.
The death of me made music with me, music my soul has been dancing to ever since.
He put paintings of life in my imaginations and made me smile like nobody else can
His eyes brought back emotions I couldn't control.
It is the death of me that showed me that love and passion rule over preparation
And made me more independent.
The death of me was a he and he understood me
The death of me loved me so deeply as I him.
And still,
Whatever happened with us, your body haunts mine, tender and slow and the incense I am burning over you brings back every memory of you.
Tu es ma mort
Mathieu.
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