there it is

there it is your longing, —
it's written deeply on my skin
with lust's igniting ink
kept in your mouth's container;

the nibs, — your lips
have harvested radiant thrills
planted fluently by my sighs
in any intense apogee;

our love seduced the music
to listen to us, —
you and I are an inciting icon
mirrored in all universe;

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