My dearestA Poem by Lucas MaasYour legs drip so slowly You are mine, solely You conquer my thoughts Unravel my knots All vulnerability shared with you Your red matched with my blues No sweeter taste Not an ounce, we waste You take away my restless nights Let my feelings take flight But, emptiness, you leave behind More of you I yearn to find, My dearest red wine.
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