run while you can

Desire.

My love is mine. Stencil.

I know what I want

and I want it now.

It is important. Permanent.

Putting in ink. On paper.

Doing it digitally.

A different voice.

His and hers. Hers and his.

Not like speaking softly

to your mother. Or deeply

to a friend. More so simply.

Like to yourself.

At night. Under your covers.

Wrapped up. Without words.

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