Perfect

He’s so perfect to look at I have to close my eyes

The curves of his arms and the length of his legs feel like an assault of pleasure on the sensitive layers of my retina

I could die trying to understand the sadness in his eyes

I could be kept alive if I could just watch the way his mouth moves when he says Goodbye

I yearn to run my fingers through his silky hair

To feel his smooth and salty skin beneath my tongue

I’ll never get close enough to run my hands across his body, to bask in his warmth

From far away I’ll watch, eyes closed

Feeling every single thing I can

Breathing it in, its all I can get

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