They say that love
is not about
Keeping a person
All for yourself.
They say that
When you love someone,
You know
How to let go.
Perhaps that’s the reason
We are meant
To be apart;
For you’re the only person
I loved this much
And likewise I am
To you.

(Until we meet again, my love)

-j.b.

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    “You’re perfect”
    He said as he stared at my naked body
    As he stroked my neck down to my hips
    As he rested my arms on his shoulder blades

    “No, I’m not”
    I replied as I reticently looked away
    As I covered my chest from the cold
    As my cheeks turned bright red from the compliment

    He, then, laid me down
    And his lips found its way to mine
    I could feel the pressure as he’s on top of me
    But there’s no pain but affection

    He paused for a moment
    “What’s wrong?” I asked curiously
    “Nothing” he replied
    “I just never thought that perfection can be grasped by my hands.”

    j.b.