pink to blue

insanely impulse of meeting you
was aroused by the rain's voice
in whimpers of a relaxing idea

the words of longings plunged
in the teeth of love with your bite
on the nipples of my wet dreams

hearing my soul's echo, your lips
erupted on my body, penciling so,
between dawn-pink to blue-night
the mad impulse of meeting you

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