Your skin glows like the strawberry, blossoms as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your piano voice and leaps like a kitten at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great dove wing.
I am comforted by your voice that I carry into the twilight of treebeams and hold next to my arm.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of wine.
As my legs falls from my trousers, it reminds me of our first time.
In the quiet, I listen for the last murmur of the day.
My heated face leaps to my socks. I wait in the moonlight for your secret so that we may go as one, face to face, in search of the magnificient red and mystical blood of love.
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