Every single human being is unique and valued in this life. But no one has ever seen someone like me. I’m a sleeper. No one can predict how to take me because they aren’t used to such a lover. And I have something that the other boys don’t that, in my experience, peels them away from those boys who don’t measure up and keeps them coming back for the friendship and the love they crave. I am oblivious. I just want my lovers to know how beautiful and precious they are in the world and I know love is not a possession. It’s just what I do with my entire body and I never stop trying to win their affection and deserve their attention because they should know what they’re worth and priceless is not something they have been convinced of before or after. It breaks my heart that they are not shown the reflection in the eyes of a lover the goddess they are and the music inspired by their magic and heart of fire I serve as champion of the beauty the universe has so gracious to bestow our lives. I acknowledge and honor the divine in you. I’m grateful for the blessings of every moment spent with me. I choose to be my best possible self for you. Otherwise, I’m not a true lover and I can’t restrain the content of my heart. Especially when love is the word that I turn into poetry. I don’t become lazy and take it for granted. I inspire tears of happiness when that poetry hits home and it’s all they have never been shown but the only truth they longed for put into words they can feel in spirit and throughout their body every time it is touched with reverence and sensuality.
