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whisper softly
lips softly brushing
baby hairs cocooning
into goosebumps
across the room from
where you are

blossoming pupils
lying beneath
fluttering eyelids
my tears and i
will have the last dance
my mind's eye
will have the last dance

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i.


so sweet are his lips
a peach carved into cupids bow
for me to devour




ii.



he is love personified
romance untamed
eyes like planets
orbiting 
encircled dew drops pearl along my lash line
drip down my rouged cheek
oh, this exquisite ecstasy
explosive!
he held my dying heart in his hands
kissed it 
and a glimmering emerald it pulses again
the flutter of a hummingbird 
he soars and waves
splashing against the walls of my need