Tentative Rosy Kisses Hidden, warm, wet In passions embrace endowed A heart set free Not kept
Love, the spoils of war in arms betwixt beget In human natures reposte We find ourselves yet.
Held by stars and foolishness There is nothing more or less holy is this communion Be it damned, be it blessed.
You are no more than The blood that beats in your fluttering heart Close but still the tentative kisses That bind and tear us all apart.
Away upon the tumultous seas Tossed carelessly into storms Crafted by my gentle hands and others still
await a heart that breaks so softly Not god or the devil could ever hope to hear its naive whisper The apocalyptic soulquakes we call a lovers slight tremble, A forest of wonderous thrills... And bottomless disappointment.
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