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1st October 2010

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Fresh out the box

Fresh out the box by Richard Perez

We are…  fresh out the box. Her flesh has got me love drunk like scotch on the rocks. She’s dressed so stunning, she stops the tick tock on the clocks. Tick tock tick tock tick… dot dot dot, and it stops. So hot hot hot, and she’s got me feeling feverish. When I see her it’s like love at first sight, but over and over. I just want to show her that it’s she who gets me looking forward to a new day. And this all sounds physical so I want to describe us in a whole new way. I don’t want to sound typical because that’s exactly what we are not.

We are…  like… like… nothing you’ve ever seen before. There isn’t an accurate metaphor to give what we got justice, but what can I say? We just is. Whenever I blink I feel like I just missed another beautiful moment because each moment with her is just bliss. And whenever we touch lips, the rush is like I get sent to heaven and back to earth. And on top of that, she’s worth every minute and every second.

We are…  pretty much always together, but when we’re not it feels like forever. And when she’s in my arms, she probably feels like I won’t ever let her go, but just to let her know, I won’t ever. What we have right now, I want to make it even more better. Badder grammar, but a little more clever. And I’ll do anything, any little endeavor because ever since that beautiful day that I met her, I’ve been feeling high and light as a feather. Yes this is a love poem, a love letter. It’s just for her, and I’m the sender.

(written 09/15/10)

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