I love you.
Seriously.
Your kinked black back hair
sends me on a magical journey.
And when you remove your shirt
to expose those soggy pecs
and use the corners of our dry wall
to scratch your back,
I grow weak at the knees.
You're still sexy,
even after all these years.
My heart beats quick
at night
in the dark
when you remove your
saggy white hanes
and hang them over the fan.
I can hardly contain myself.
I even love the hair sprouting
from your
badass
closed up
once-pierced ear.
Man of my dreams.
