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My dawn-kisses might be too lame for you.
Inspire me, red-cap my head with intricate words: FRENZY!
You laughed uncontrollably, my wicked smile deceitful;
Easy to please, yet so hard to understand.
I got claustrophobic over your coccyxial cacophony;
Blatant: but artfully executed while you fake a slumber over me.
Loved, Beloved, I ran out of words.
Fifteen thousand bliss dived silently towards the in-betweens of you and me
Heady rhapsody blared towards the frog-ponds behind your lair;
Zen entered, daisies weltered and wilted on our G-spots.
Eros, the god, cavorted with Venus, the lizard, against the plywood;
I blinked, awed: you deciphered the dazed movements, fearful,
But intending to recreate the graphics displayed on your blue walls.
Sometimes your door opens, sometimes not
But nothing matter because you shaved twice today
I rile you up, you say "it does not make an ounce of difference..."
Your lair, full of water bottles, seduces my thirst for biblical passages;
Our mothers debate the sanctity of our unmarried fascination for each other;
Pop servers not responding, cannott send or receive emails, my dearest.
My dawn-kisses might be too addictive for you.
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