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The longest arms,
the deepest breath.
The softest lips,
the tallest stance.
The darkest skin,
the kindest touch.
The sweetest kiss,
the finest love.
Understand that when he holds me,
every clock forgets my name.
Earth’s axis loses its balance,
and every worry melts away.
Understand that when he holds me,
I am utterly and wholly his.
And when I’m pressed against him,
I think about how he has-
About the Creator
A. Jannay
A disabled paramedic turned poet and writer. I spend my free time dabbling in poetry, performance arts, and community organizing and advocacy.
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