So hide here with me.
We needn't speak
For the corners of our lips
and the corners of our eyes
Tell all.
High on your breath
Fingertips running from your temple to your chin
Lips layered
Summer sweet at its finest.
Should our hearts be molded into one
Never would it satisfy
This yearning for a certain fervorous affection.
My today, my tomorrow
my remaining years
Belong to you only.
You, my zealous inamorato.
You, my love.
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