visions of my own

preferred color, —
the touch of yours
in words combined
from music brought
by susurrus of muses
to allow me to say, —
your touch resembles
the whisper of angels,
delicately manifested
into a part of me,
where is impossible
to oppose resistance
but only to create
visions of my own,
with increased passions
for making you feel
as if I'd be everywhere


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