My Dearest drop from God,
I wonder what your skin
Tastes like in the morning;
Or if the magic of your kiss still entices
With the sunset as it does its rise.
If I stripped your modest walls
With the melody of my fingers,
Would I still be able to see
Your soul sparkle this midnight?
For you see,
I crave you in your most
Do you permit?
Or should I still wonder
About the beauty of your imperfections?
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