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Sweet is the sound that rings from your lips. The way it pronounces my name. In each syllable that it speaks. Rings volumes like bells from a massive ship. 

Harmonious is the sound that escapes from your mouth. The way you blow kisses my way. When we touch, my body turns hot like a summer's eve in the south.

Glorious is the feeling that enters my soul. I dive into your lustrous desires and float on your cloud 9. And I was carried away to the sweet spot that landed in your goal. 

Exciting is the feeling that escapes my mind re-living all the moments we created. And I sketched them all down in the carbon-based ribbon in time. 

Never forgetting, never ignoring, but always living on instant replay in my heart that will be painted with the stars and the moon through the milky way in the Sky.

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[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem Tiffany.
"Sweet is the sound that rings from your lips. The way it pronounces my name. In each syllable that it speaks. Rings volumes like bells from a massive ship"
I do like the above lines. When someone say our name and make us go made. A nice place to know. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote