I don't have much
but what I have is yours.
Cherish my touch
open your pores.
Let me in
hold my hand.
Caress my skin
call me your man.
I don't know where I'm going
but come with me.
All I have is my poems,
read with glee.
They may be corny but they're true,
and most of them are inspired by you.
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