I love to kiss your tender skin; my heart melts when you let me in.
Wanna Play? Ok. I'll be the ball, you be the glove. I'll toss myself high, into the sky up above I'll soar high like an eagle, and smile like a dove, then plunge into the depths, of your hot liquid love.
I like the logic of this poem. You were direct and the goal was simple.
"then plunge into the depths,
of your hot liquid love."
A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote
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