Being a Dot

rink hairI want to be a dot. A tiny mole somewhere on your body. So you can caress me every time you shower. And I can walk all over you and love your every part. Without your knowledge. In your sleep.

I will love you privately. Just for the love itself. Just for myself. No expectations. No disappointment. No judging and pretentious words.

I won’t speak at all… Some nights you will feel me. Pressed against your chest. Or above your upper lip. On your forehead. Kissing you gently without asking for anything in exchange.

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