Yet again he inspires me!
I've tasted passion.
It tastes like verbs w/sprinkles of nouns
topped with delicious adjectives.
With each memory of him,
my temperature increases
until my poems are fully baked in my mind.
My timer goes off everytime I am near him
letting me know that I am ready to experience
what he can never give me.
We are separated by time zones,
and joined by mobile facebook.
He has the most beautifully potent insides
and his thoughts intoxicate me.
Sadly enough,
I will never write his poem,
ironically he is the author of mine.
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