in my sketchbook your face i sketch, for you i twist, for you i stretch, and only you can calm the ache. you’re my h.h., you’re my h.h.
you see my spring, i bloom for you. my mouth produces the sweetest dew. your body is completely new. you are my cure, you are my cure.
you call me lo and make me smile, you are persistent yet you’re sly. and you make my desire thrive. and as i’m yours, you’re only mine.
i have the eyes of a baby deer. you can calm down my every fear. and through the storm, you’d carry me. you’re my d.d., you’re my d.d.

13.07.2025.