You melted my black hard cocoon,
with your sweet treatments,
you are such a cute tycoon,
full of entrepreneurial comments.
You discovered the underlayers, the white side of me,
the bright side I do not expose to the light of day.
you didn't crack me
like if I was an easter egg in May.
You managed to open the almost impossible to open yellow container,
to discover the likewise difficult to assemble puzzle figurine
that is my strange persona and entertainer,
your wizard enchantress hands make it a no-brainer.
You use your strength and your technique
to melt my tough nods and relax my being,
you know the exact moment in my physique
where I am about to say the safe word for stopping,
and then you ease the pain, like if you were able to read my mind.
I was going to title this poem:
You can get away with murder with those big blue eyes,
but I imagine your smile when you see the new emblem
and making you laugh is my new hawkeye.
Buy, yes, you can get away with the weirdest conversations,
when your blue eyes smile at me,
they hug me soo deeply that we travel to other space stations
and keep me safe and free to be me.
Your blue eyes are my multiverse,
my ocean of peace and health
the place to freely share a verse
and to share our wealth.
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