a little more

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each single poet owns only one religion, —
is the cult of being enamored hypnotically;

their fervent prayer is nothing but love, —
their attire, from head to toe, it's alluringly;

happiness and sadness bear one name, —
passion... (maniacal and sensual at once);

they are uniquely ones free to fix your soul,
and like antidotes, excel in dissolving pains;

the whispers of their words, perfumes you,
their delirious smile is tactile music of life;

if you're lucky enough to be kissed by them,
you'll feel their art inspiring your hopes, up;

and they'll choreograph your moon and stars
while their sun will dream with you frenetically;

seduced, you'll slowly unbutton your blouse,
a little more... — making poets much happier;

subtly, you've been lured into their secret world,
all their thrills did something to show yourself;


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