looking through my words
trying to write a poem
that makes you love me
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ecstasy arrives
when your name becomes a hoarse whisper
of desperate need
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laying beside you
queen of the capture-snuggle
while still half asleep
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my lips trace your spine
from your neck to ecstasy
then over your edge
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time to reveal yourself
surrender words that hide you
become poetry
Donovan Baldwin