"A Young Poet"
A fresh-faced handsome young man looks out the window onto his courtyard below.
His gaze is locked on the flowers that lay below. His mind is dreaming...
Pen and paper in hand he begins to write:
"I'll wait for you when we can love together.
A time when we can kiss and melt forever. Finally...
Perhaps in this endless time and this endless space we shall meet again?
Here, nothing matters, not even words.
Kissing with passion is all we'll say after the long wait.
Sending messages with our swollen lips with a wet, breathless open-mouthed kiss.
Taking in each other, just me- but more of you.
Why would we stop? It's not like we never knew."
He takes a moment to reflect.
As the young poet blinks, a tear flicks out of his eye onto his cheek.
A sticky glistening line glides down his face and disappears into the corner of his mouth.
There is someone new in Foxport.
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