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Patience was something I thought I had before I met him.

Maybe I met him at an awkward time in my life.

Maybe I'm spoiled.

But I want him.

I want to kiss his lips, his cheeks, his forehead.

I want to count each time his heart beats.

I want to braid his hair.

To gaze into his eyes,

I feel the spark between us

and each time I see him the spark grows and dances like the lit end of a sparkler.

I want to let him explore every inch of my body,

He is my serenity.

My muse

and I wonder if I'm his too.