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i.
your melting kisses
upon my lips stick;
waxing poetic
is hard to quit.
phrases that trail off
your subtle thigh.
my hair, with care,
traps your roaming wrist.
falling forever
beyond your waist,
catch me or never
relent my lace.
curse you with gasping
combustion rites.
later tonight
we will compact space.
ii.
don't treat me like a queen,
i am only high on verses.
there are lesser forms of me
but you won't dive beneath the surface.
iii.
thrown back down,
this frame is mastered.
fasten and rasp
'cross my alabaster.
when eve descends
adam surely rises,
coping in pixels
with undue raster.
drip out the edges
of derelict jaws,
you are the swear
i can never pause.
try now to recant
the darling flight
while the orbit of earth
hums my perfect loss.
iv.
don't treat me like a queen,
i am only hiding blushes.
there are lecterns i concede
that you won't try to have repurposed.
don't keep me, king
for i am no trust.
i am pure in deceit
as a babbling lush.
v.
don't treatise me, queen
i am barely rushes,
my pulse grabs the crown
and my pressure crushes.
your melting kisses
upon my lips stick;
waxing poetic
is hard to quit.
phrases that trail off
your subtle thigh.
my hair, with care,
traps your roaming wrist.
falling forever
beyond your waist,
catch me or never
relent my lace.
curse you with gasping
combustion rites.
later tonight
we will compact space.
ii.
don't treat me like a queen,
i am only high on verses.
there are lesser forms of me
but you won't dive beneath the surface.
iii.
thrown back down,
this frame is mastered.
fasten and rasp
'cross my alabaster.
when eve descends
adam surely rises,
coping in pixels
with undue raster.
drip out the edges
of derelict jaws,
you are the swear
i can never pause.
try now to recant
the darling flight
while the orbit of earth
hums my perfect loss.
iv.
don't treat me like a queen,
i am only hiding blushes.
there are lecterns i concede
that you won't try to have repurposed.
don't keep me, king
for i am no trust.
i am pure in deceit
as a babbling lush.
v.
don't treatise me, queen
i am barely rushes,
my pulse grabs the crown
and my pressure crushes.
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I don't think I am personally able to grasp some of the themes here, I could venture a guess but I won't (I'm quite simple minded and I don't want to offend people by being dim) but I liked the way the words flowed and the potential meanings I found in your work. Either way, I thought they all sounded wonderful, regardless of whether I truly understood them or not.