With or without an agenda-
There are things I crave, like your lips that are full and can pull and hold mine along with my attention
And I crave your boundless energy and inability to be fake because you don’t speak the language well enough yet to pretend
I like that when you see me you see a part of the American Dream’s proof of its own existence
When you rested your head on my chest it was the closest I had felt to relevance for a minute
There are things that I want, like to drink from you the entire experience of your youth
And I want first second and third helpings which you are never too tired to produce
I like that when you wrap your arms around me you no longer feel like a helpless villainous man
When we lay down together we bring out the best smiles in one another and who can say if that is not the divine plan?
With or without an agenda…

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