arise sun

when desires arise, sun's ego reigns
on moon, spying on us, not randomly
not randomly, the whispers' buds ripple
in my dream's peak with your scent
your scent is willing to align itself
like stars, listening to my lust's navel
my lust's navel whistles chicly for
the priceless joy in the bed of romance
[romance is me…], — [wanting is you…],
[velvety…], [sexy…], and [mannered…]

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