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Mar 2016
Sweet M,  you have grown in my heart like a succulent plant,  nourishing my mind and my soul with divine manna from heaven.

I partake of your divinity through my eyes,  ears, and mouth

Your soft tendrils play celestial music on my skin.

To see you sway to your own internal rhythm floods my heart with unspeakable joy.

The faint aroma of you wakes primeval desires in my marrow...

We are but a sum total of our love...
I am standing here waiting for you to wrap me in your warmth...
Grow on me,  
draw out my saps and let me drink on yours..

We don't know where we will be when the heavens crumble to dust...
Written by
ajit patel  Cochin
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