loving like a fool

He runs with me in the marathon of dreams.
He needs me. He needs his little blue girl, – Me.
I am the one I got him bad, — bad means good.
With him, you don't live for tomorrow. Simply,
you're wild, you're free at superlative, so better
don't believe anybody's rumors, just have faith.
Days aren't identically and also, never as easy
as you incline to suppose. His love is inhuman.
He's not loving like a fool. He loves you, beastly.
When he's looking in your eyes, you're melting.
His kiss makes cloth be dematerialized instantly.
His sensuality is in my existence. He loves me.


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