Assume the Best for Us Both
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My will means nothing without your intent.
I need your wings to exit my cocoon.
Just choose the date, assume you've my consent
for anything you've promised me you'd meant.
Though were it me, I'd promise you my moon,
my will means nothing without your intent
to stretch me to love's uttermost extent.
Stretch me then, your breath my word's balloon.
Just choose the date, assume you've my consent
to push me, pry me, prove me, reinvent
the song to which my heart in you might tune.
My will means nothing without your intent
engaging my step's fall to your's ascent.
I'm at your pleasure, now through coming June.
Just choose the date, assume you've my consent.
I'll wait your coming back the way you went,
if not just yet, then maybe sometime soon —
just choose the date, assume you've my consent.
My will means nothing without your intent.
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5 Responses
Comments are no longer read or moderated through to public display, and all existing comment will eventually be cloaked. I tried. I'm done here.
Or at least it’s all dark when it’s not, so he doesn’t need to see.
lm
Silly little grub! You know yours is what mine aspires to.
lm