Phantasm text

From your knight, a poem in your defence

Just speak, please, say a word

Against your negative self-talk,  let me be your kiss

If I hugged you, hands on each other’s waists, eyes locked…

Send us to elfhame, in reverie,

Rock

And to follow it off, I’ll be your thrall,

Just texting it out there…

My neck to suck blood from, if that’s your thing as well

Your thrall-knight, defend me from illicit proposition,

I cannot help myself,

Phantasm of my lust, send your faerie dust:

Speak, please, I entreat, but a touch:

This morning, g, what’s up?