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write me
a poetry, darling,
the one that is penned
by your tongue
on my skin
and in my flesh.

i can help you
with the words
if you allow your ears
to listen to every words
that will escape
from my mouth
where it only
speaks your
lovely name
with i love you
in every end.

your poem
would be my
favorite of all
that i would read
because it's only
you and me
who could
understand it.

it is
extraordinarily
beautiful.
its depths could
reach beyond
my womb
and if i would
read it
between the lines,
it's like staring
the thing that
is beyond our thighs
that made as one
not just  by flesh
but by soul.

i'm a fan of your poetry
and i would love
to get your signature
to be scribed on my belly.
let's stay for tonight
as we let ourselves be lost
on a high tide of emotions
that will give us
no pain to gain
but pleasure that will
utterly make ourselves
crave again and again.

let's damp our lips
on each other's skin
without burning
as we blow our flame.

let's warm the cold earth
on its verge of losing breaths.

darling, just make sure
that you won't hold
a threat that is rain,
because all the spring flowers
are ready to bloom again
and i have already sworn to Aphrodite
that my beauty in terms of ******
would be put on frame.

and i'm allowing you
to wander over those small valleys
and even enter the room
that was set privately.

darling, i will unreluctantly
give you the key.

just let us stay for tonight
as we make things right
before it would lead to an end
that will loosen all the moon's light.

let me be wrapped in your arms
and let my soul be devoured
in your lovingly charms.

– Selene Rye Finnyl

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