“Can I keep you?” I whispered against your lips.
Not whimsy, but a real question.
“Yes,” you murmured into my smile.
Our bodies pressed against each other,
Like two halves trying to make a whole.
“How long?”
How long will you stay?
“As long as you want me.”
And I sunk into that pink, hazy bubble
of bliss that I’m always in when you’re near.
“Ok. I’ll keep you for good.”
I meant forever, but didn’t want to scare you.
.
.
.
.
.
Five heartbeats, before I ask.
“Will you keep me?”
Will you really stay?
Do you really want me?
“Mmhm”
.
.
.
Three heartbeats before..
“How long?”
.
.
Two heartbeats.
As if the answer is obvious.
“Forever,” you said, your cum dripping down my hips.
“Ok, forever,” I agreed, kissing you with eyes wide shut.
Poems that Suck 
Very beautiful poem. I like it. Big respects to the poet for this beautiful poem.
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