Blueberry Donuts

Rapid succession of saved drafts can’t express what takes away breaths,
Sorry, but I kind of love her
And I’m not just writing this to pat my own back, but let me try
Firstly, how lucky am I –
And she loves me something good too – casually but deep, hard
She, INFP, of uncommon beauty,
Yogini, would anger any Karen in her bikini🙏🏼😊,
But her love takes no toll on me,
She is a lilypad charging station
Manipura love // om mani padme hum;
Sticky, wet, sweat, home
There are so many songs I want to play her
‘Mississippi’ and ‘Isolated’,
Rolling through mountain backroads, smoke rolling out the windows: my hand on her dank thigh
Babe obvi smokes as much dank as I
Right happy she is mine for a time
A season as seasons go,
To unwind the energy at the base of my spine,
This is a level 10 love
Kundalini flow –
It was a perfect day,
Her beside me in every way,
How my cup runneth over, oh babe
And I just had another blueberry donut too

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