I am sitting here
below the light of the moon
and I have decided
to write for you.
From one poet to another,
as we both know
our true feelings are within.
We're too scared to show.
Well, you know what I mean.
Poets write about thoughts.
However mine remain hidden.
You'll call the shots.
There's something about you,
I don't quite know what.
It could be the smile
or your invisible butt!!!
But that something about you
keeps drawing me near.
I wish you could see it.
Isn't it clear?
I wish you were mine
to hug and to squeeze.
To have and to hold you
whenever I please.
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