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In love, My love,
I whimper and writhe,
The flush of your skin is the richest tithe.
The sweet cacophony of labored breaths and the dull kiss of deaths,
Found in me an expanse so far beyond what I could reach, would reach, if not for you.
My love, In love, with me so dearly
And the press of your knife no longer brings fear to me,
For it is your hands which bring those sweet tears to me.
In love, My love
On you I dine, the finest could not buy:
Your scent, your taste, the expanse of your waist, and much more.
Oh, much more indeed,
To love you my dear, brings such greed.
My love, In love,
I cry for you, I bellow and howl to be in your room, in you,
To feel so dearly your touch, the cloak of night is never enough.
I stalk the grounds of which you walk and pray some day I’ll hear you talk, to me, Oh, only me, you will speak.
And know, my love, I’m yours to keep.
Sleep in peace, In love, My love
The sun will soon rise and we’ll finally meet.
If you actually managed to read this without crying from second-hand embarrassment then i applaud you, my friend rly liked it so i figured i'd post it, i might post some more of my poetry (its all equally as cringe)