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Sweet words drip like honey,
From tongue to ear to brain,
Forming golden pools of love,
In which only we know how to swim.

Her siren song echoes from another room,
Beautiful notes sidling through the air.
She sings the melody that I will dance to,
Until my feet are broken and ******.

Adrenaline, serotonin, dopamine, oxytocin,
Flooding my brain when I’m near you.
Like a fever you have me sweating,
And I need you like the blood in my veins.

No matter what happens,
We always come back to our sweetness.
Even when it seems like it’s all going wrong,
The contrast just makes it bittersweet.
For My Lady. Always.
Patrick Anthony
Written by
Patrick Anthony  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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