how deep is the ocean…

instead of saying to him, I love You,
like a chef, I make his favorite dish,
I kiss him in the morning and night,
I laugh at his jokes, I take care of me
washing my body in peony's water
and I wait for him in a sexy négligée
having candidate a tender wine for
ambiance... with its dirty little secret,
tacitly...exact how deep the ocean is


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