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Let me be clear: this is to the one & only king david of spades (not the actor, they might belong to the same car wash program though).
Sometimes I am handed an item. Unsure of what to do with it, I turn it around, hold it in my hands, give it my temporary warmth, send some vibes, then I forget about it and pass it along.
I was handed little pieces of torn up notes and the handwriting matched yours, it intrigued me. So I searched. I wandered. I surrendered into a puddle of faith- that if I was strong enough to hang around, walk across-across a journey through a dark tunnel and a vibrant bridge, inside a cloud, a rainbow, a firework...would await for me: My Refined Soul, one with a headstart with enough rest to hold my hand through the rest of this twisted journey.
My job is to be brave enough to accept the fate that awates me. Please be you.
Allow me to own you, worship the ground I meander, the branches that sway. Come with me into a body of water that looks pure on the surface but as you've seen from the tests and numbers it is swimming with infinite bacteria, sordid secrets, stories meants for hbo. I command you to be the one invited into my dungeon, you may prune my thorns and kiss my wrist if you promise to never leave, your magnet wants mine and I want every single layer of you and I want you to know I can handle every last millimeter. You are everything I've asked to be brought forth to me, and you give it to me on a silver platter of grand beginnings muggles and finales and I cannot wait for the day I can show you my gratitude through my Order.
F@#k, I feel dirty for saying this but I love you in a way that would make me want to make out with you with morning breath. That's new for me.
I would Crack open my skull for you, shine a light upon my Darkest Fears...Ride you until the galaxy expires.
For You: my morning glory.
Respectfully, i want to jump your bones, but ive felt a block in the last 24 hours, something is closed off and so I send this into a void you will never check or see, but maybe you will catch the vibe. And I will also show virtue. Our love is like a fine bottle of red wine... That i want to shake and spray accross a room painted white, let's destroy our clothes and the furniture within, screams and snot and tears we wash away in the shower, put on our real people suits, don't want to be late for our 8 o'clock rez at Dorsia, been on that wait list for ages.
I want you so bad. It's driving me to strange things. The whole is greater than the sum of the parts I have to offer the collective. And so if I'm being guided back into a cage, or if i get pushed to the end of a fiery earth, the awakening was worth getting to the end for. I hope I get to lick you lick a wall of snozberries, you're my favorite flavor and I barely know your name.