shelled love

encrusted in the snail’s shell,
my love stalks your every curve,
blindly following the traces of your
body symbol: 6 and/or 9.

yes, you require much marination,
and too much clarification;
your
chewy texture,
saps all of my energy
just
to keep you charged.

even if we’re destined to
l’es’getinthe’car’and’go’’…’t’
I’ll continue my infinite
and pseudo-romantic
pursuit of you:
my Queen,
my Love.

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jonathandeanrichie

Currently living in Vietnam, teaching English, fixing the world's problems.

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