as wine
red breath
on
my
neck

she is my beautiful
sweater

her eyes wear me down

each time she breathes
as if it were for me
she touches
me
beyond there

just the sound
of
her

just the sound of her
beauty sings to me

orchestrated
in
the
sweetest

the sweetest
of
symphonies she bathes to me

she catches my breath on hers
she closes my eyes
in
this
candle lit dream
she holds me

pulling me closer
she whispered
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