Your mouth tastes like glory to me,
kiss that extinguishes my fire,
whispers of a story
that ignite my longing.
Your lips taste like night to me,
in a sway of stars,
to the soft sound of a brooch,
where time leaves traces.
To a breath that's half-breathed,
your laughter is my melody,
each caress, a gift,
an instant of poetry.
Of your love I am a witness,
in the touch of your skin,
Losing myself in you is with me,
a paradise of honey.
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