My love?
Tonight is a night where my breath
is short with anticipation of you.
Tonight our very sweat
would alight,
flame like flambé.
I've never met you, but
I've imagined creatures into
my life before. Cats who
wish to be petted by my chin.
One or two's taste for caress
complimented nearly exactly
my skill set.
Why not you?
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