beautiful soul
This was written for someone who lives far away from me. In his life, he has experienced people who judge him by the color of his skin. He was very reluctant to show his face to me. To me, he is beautiful, but he is objectively beautiful as well. He is my friend. He sings to me and plays the guitar. When I see his smile and when he sings to me, I can’t help but smile.
My lovely young man
Thank you for sharing your face with me
Your thoughts, your dreams, part of your soul
My angel, who sings me to sleep
December 30, 2011
On Romance, Smut, & Life 
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