vagabondprophet:

You are my love
And it moves me like a shove
And hits my like a glove

That you would be mine
All of the time
Willingly
Not under the influence of wine

You’re the jewel in my crown
Pajamas adorn you like a gown
Turning even your frown
Into glory upside down

And I know for a fact
That your claws retract
Reveiling kindness intact 
And strength compact

I’ll always be yours
To seep into your pores
You’re like the mystery of lore
And my addiction cries for more.