Tavros,
I better be careful not to overdose
on this love you're dealing me.
I feel you
so close
but I still want you closer.
There's just something about you, motherfucker.
I'm loving
how you get all tense
about your level of confidence
even though it shines through
in all the simple things you do
Like,
needing help less and less
when you're ready to undress,
Like,
the way you laugh and smile
keeping happiness in style,
Like,
thinking up the perfect rhyme
before I even have the time
to realize we're rapping.
But I'm hating
how I want to do so much
as tremble under my touch
and feel my breath on your skin.
You're almost ready to give in
but your hesitation fuels my fear
of getting near to you.
I remember one night,
hiding from the moonlight in the shadow of tree,
you started to tell me
how the universe began.
But all I could do was listen and wait
and think of all the things we could create
in our own big bang.
We could do a cosmic dance
between a lover and a fighter,
stars couldn't stand a chance-
our supernovas are brighter.
Our elements will combine like some kind of miracle,
our rhymes, in time, will be more fly and lyrical.
But I'm ready to wait for you,
so when you finally decide for us to go that far,
we won't just be making love-
we'll be making motherfucking stars.