language of Love

— how would you prefer it to be,
(younger... older‧‧‧), (you asked)
— (‧‧‧distinguished...), (i replied),
its ruby of the mature raspberry
must vibrate on my lips
in the language of Love... —
must be… in—ti—ma—te—ly…
must be acting in a chronicle which
rouses those kinds of emotions...
to take you to take me far, far away,
there… from where it comes...
wrapped in the veil of a kiss...
if you could feel what I'm thinking


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