loving like a fool

Yearning by Sara Riches

He runs with me in the marathon of dreams.
He needs me. He needs his little blue girl, — Me.
I am the one I got him bad, — bad means good.
With him, you don’t live for tomorrow. Simply,
you’re wild, you’re free at superlative, so better
don’t believe anybody’s rumors, just have faith.
Days aren’t similarly and also, never that easy,
as you incline to suppose. His love is inhuman.
He’s not loving like a fool. He loves you, beastly.
When he’s looking in your eyes, you’re melting.
His kiss makes cloth be dematerialized instantly.
His sensuality is in my existence. He loves me.
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

 Big Wolf Band

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