A speechless tongue can only phrase out
the muted utterances of a blush spread so thoroughly
throughout my veins as I anticipate your taste
like the wayward dust anticipates rain.
From these lips that smile untouched,
I implore you to lean forward through molten glass,
leaving me with the passionate burnings of
euphoria on the tips of our poetic fingerprints
as they imprint the profusion of a love between you and I.
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