Scribbly scraggly

I wish you weren't as wonderful as you are

I wish you were that angelic only with me

For I could brag and boast afar

that your brilliance is only for me to see

I wish we were our little big secret

instead of out in the open for all to judge

together wanting it badly, not because we were let

I wish you wanted me badly, with all my brains and fudge

I wish there was more of me for you to explore

More for your eye, mind and sense

to dabble, dismember and devour

that the burnish sparkle of your eyes

should flame untamed, unbridled, adrift

for I know it has got to last

given how extreme the reach of a moment's rift

quite unlike the slow, sure sail of the lowly mast

My thoughts warmly around you dwell

Reason, logic, ethic cast aside

for you gently caress through shame and snivel

and let me feel my forgotten side.

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