Poemas para los poetas sin poesía

55-... Git (English Poem).

He's like a gift of the heavens.
Bound or brought
(or maybe even bought)
by the gods
just to tempt me,
please me,
tease me,
trick me,
touch me,
and give me all I ever wanted,
in every way possible
and then some.
Each one in between being better.
It's like we've been made together.

He's like Loki, and like Héctor.
He's like Artemis and Hunter and Winterborne.
He has their fires,
their restraints,
their hearts,
their minds
and their pleasant personalities.
Different from the rest of Mortals,
delightfully so.
And he's also charming,
he's kindness
and soft.
With a hardened side beneath
that works well with my struggles
to make the best of us both.

Just what I like.
He is indeed a surprise.

I've found my Ian,
my Bruce,
my Isa
and someone I trust.
He's just the mix of every crush.

All carefully wrapped up and served as a friendship.

I don't envy my friends anymore
because I've found what's perfect as my own.

He's a gentleman
and I like that about him.
He makes me feel happy and smile
just like Sting.
He is like Jack and I'm his Queen.
Heartstrings, diamonds, whatever.
I'd agree, we're of the same way.
Our paths have crossed to do what we have.

He can be a king, a servant,
or
a companion of sorts
(even if it's just to talk, do you remember that?)...
When we're both online in the chat
it's like I found my own frost giant.
My dark knight,
my lost prince,
my power.
My chance.
It feels like everything at once.
Not overwhelming, though.
Rather, natural.

This poem is for you,
cariño,
gifted one.

Thanks for meeting me
in the middle
this summertime.

Welcome to my world,
you're nearly, neatly, approaching its core.

You told me you'd like to explore me.
Let's do it then.
I feel the same.
You lightened my sparkle.
My bonfire has been kindled by your allure and aura.
You're better than any Kindle
(obviously, except my own upcoming book).
I feel myself blush
every single time I am alone
when I can't help but think
about the things
I'd like to do
(to you,
with you,
for us).
All our stuff.

Enjoy this early birthday, present,
because like Balder,
and like Apollo,
you bring sunshine to my days
(and my nights,
we might,
victoriously,
as well say it).
That's Cristal clear, dear.

I wanna be oh so very wicked
if it's alongside your chaotic characteristics.
Don't try to tell me it's not,
because I've had us all
even for a few hours.

I don't know you in real life
but I feel like I've known who you were
for the longest time already.
Because you're just like myself
with some delicious differences.
Don't you agree?
Let's fly
beyond all means
and use our wings
to go into flaps of pleasures.

I'd like to show you a thousand more verses,
and yet,
I can barely wait
to greet your morning good,
talk directly in private,
and share,
oh my,
this and else.

So there's just two more verses and this poem'll end.
I'm blessed to be your friend.
And so, I'm done.
RR. SS. G.I.T. ssasmm (I C S T A-B U) OMGtisfps.
*winks*