I am thinking of a time, when the only question I had was how your newly grown stubble would feel against my palm,
Not knowing you even a little, I never doubted that Id not get what I asked of you,
I never doubted that you'd never hurt me,
Eons later, the stubble's gone, you shimmer and radiate and outshine every version of yourself,
And I've touched you every where,
And had you every way,
No longer sure, if I can have what I want,
Or if you will never hurt me again
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