good for me

…and your whispers, (all Greek to me),

made my soul flutter, and lips tingle

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my mind translated them as it wished, —

living a dream, (want you to want me)

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in my lungs, I could feel growing wings, —

translucent wings, silky, caressed by lust

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my digestive system was overburdened by

cocoons' crews, ready to free butterflies

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from the forehead of love, I could taste

your moistened lips slipping on my lips

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like a metaphor of a poet, my eyes shone,

letting flow joy in a sweet-toned cascade

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the meeting with you was good for me,

while falling in love was a magic bonus