Incorrigible
is my love for you,
Sins, shaking fingertips
dipped in honey
A secret lie
woven in the silky
obsession of your pink
pollen dust
Trickling
through your gaze,
intoning the flapping of
rainbow wings
The scent
of placid dew on
your rosy lips against my
pliable heart
Pulsating
underneath your
feral ribcage, like wispy
nuzzle of
Hot springs
during Christmas,
melting in an obliged
satin of flutter
Biting and
licking the sap of
succulent passion fruit
of morning
Easing cancer
of legions of hips
undulating on the pulse
of jealousy
Beautiful
debouching of
an eleventh hour river
in the new era
Beautiful, Obsession, Apologia, Hips, Contestation, Narrow, Jealousy, Secret, Oblige, Lick, Bite, Passion.
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