I remember the days
we’d stay on the phone all night

We’d fall asleep on the call,
just so we could wake up together the next day.

I used to think
“It can’t get better than this”

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I lie here,
held in your arms
the safest place I could ever be

The colder the night
The closer you hold me

I think to myself:
It really can’t get better than this

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9 months of waiting
We held our son for the first time

Really, It can’t get better than this…

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Uncertain if my one man pep rally appeals to thee most amazing, daring, grueling... youngest aspirant to restore Earth in the balance predicated upon uncomfortable truth. The old geezer here would be over the moon if ye desired, and received majority votes to usher desperate legislation to mitigate dire planetary dilemma, thus whim what might seem far fetched brainstorm, could help aright (with leftist support) precariously perched world. Methinks ye would be dynamic force to implement apropos measures.

Vice President Elect Alexandria Ocasio Cortez - 2024

Touch me, caress me Dark Angel
Let me feel your soft flesh close to mine,
For eons have you taunted and teased me
I feel now that this is my time.

Come closer Dark Angel come closer
Too long have you stood far away,
Draw near let me free your wild passion
As to my commands you obey.

Your furnace red hair almost burning;
Your raven black eyes all aglow;
Your proud breasts lifted and pointing;
Let me free them from your tight robes.

Somewhere there, beyond the edge of the world,
Magical ships sail into the distance, unfurled.
In the corners of the universe they sail not
With galactic foam, they cleanse both day, so vast.

Somewhere there, in far-reaching expanse,
Where mysterious whispers dance,
Where stars twinkle and planets soar,
And cosmic maps require a treasure trove, more.