love explodes

you're not a prophet
in my prophecy
but rather the ammo
of my feelings...
an eye-catching
of something nutritive
to liberate my fantasy
generated when
your love explodes
inside me... enough
to devour with mad lust
your desire of me,
described, qualified
and disciplined
in colors and sounds


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