I am a hopeless romantic
Without the planned getaways
Spontaneity enticing
Random trips
Random books
Putting me on to songs I don't know
I want to sing her every tune
Dance as though I like roses and bouquets
You know... things that are not even my style
Hopeless romantic
...crushing on you
When things go left I want to be your right
"You're right"... lying to avoid the argument
When the timing is on
"You're wrong"... confronting you when its time to grow
I am a hopeless romantic
Body pillows empty of your closeness
Remnants of your scent
I try to taste all of you
From your clits soul to my chin
Riding every cm of my tongue to your desires destination
Sex is the bonus to the romantic
Making love for your pleasure
Pleasing me mentally
Spapiosexual digging in your grapevine
You're my wine of choice
I lied
I am a hopeless romantic
Keen to relationships
Detached and loving it
Romanticize drives into my garage
Parking these crazy notions
I am...
happily single
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