Why is she so different?

What makes her so appealing?

She doesn't have the prettiest face or the hottest body. 

But she is rooted in my brain and spreading like an ivy.

I swear I'm straight but something about her bends me. 

She twists my stomach and my tongue into knots so that when I'm around her I cannot speak or even breathe. 

I want to tangle my fingers in her hair and also intertwine mine with hers. 

Everything about her is so inviting. 

It just might be worth an enternity below in exchange for even one hour with her legs wrapped around my torso and my twisted tongue in her mouth. 

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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