Four Hours, Seven Minutes.

You said we were
intrinsically greedy, and I have to agree
because I’m ravenous at your voice
(directly related to how much you want me)
the lilt of you.

And I told you
I love without apology. To be
honest, I’m just waiting for the right time
to throw it at you like confetti. Sparkling
and gaudy. To know in the pit of me,
what I want us to be.
We’ll see.

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