bad love

thru the love's poem, — traveling,
with the silent voice of yours
adorned magnificently in me,
i listen to your caresses, —

your caresses are so exquisitely,
watching my dream smoothly sliding
on the limit of your lips, —

your lips are so sophisticatedly,
stepping in the dispute of my heart
that digests tendency's breeze, —

tendency's breeze, an aphrodisiac,
howling without fuss, to ingest you,
inside the goodly bad love of mine


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