Warmth
creeping into my heart
discovering a long, golden hair of mine
tied around the gear lever of your car
like some sort of talisman,
on our second time together.
My heart melting
like hot chocolate fudge
discovering my purple lace g-string
of our first night together
tucked up
next to the driver's seat of your car
1000 days after that night.
It is because our common story memories count
for you as much as for me,
it is because of this
that I keep writing those stories,
our Poems of Love...
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