My thoughts have travelled with many men.
But you...
You remind me of a bushman and wild grapes.
And you smell of fragranced clay.
Your eyes ask questions that can't be answered in words.
You are calm as wine sitting pretty in a
glass.
You remind me of the mysteriousness of the fog in the morning.
~
Slightly rough around your edges
And yet smooth as running honey.
An irony that excites my in between.
☆
Melting is how I go when you talk like you've
got expensive butter hanging loosely on
your lips.
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Now do you understand when I say i cannot
describe you, beautiful man?

~Zube