flavored french kisses
she's coffee and poetry
passionately mixed
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she might not be shy
but her heart's been mishandled
she wants to be sure
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pens his shining words
upon her pastel pages
the ink bright and wet
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two share moons and words
bodies washed with silver light
draped with poetry
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she surface serene
responds to his poetry
with stirrings unseen
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hints of her desires
woven among night's whispers
as they left her lips
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i'll not entrap you
nor set out my words as snares
just take them with you
Donovan Baldwin