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I Call Him JJ

You whisper
Something intangible,
Something indescribable,
But it pierces my flesh,
And the goose bumps
Spill from my neck,
And kiss the skin of my shoulders,
Pouring,
Splashing,
Down my arms and chest,
Gliding along
The creases.
And your
Eyes
Speak for themselves
When they penetrate
My own
And consume my mind,
Covering my brain in
What I think is love,
But what I know is
Forever.



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