Write me son-wthing beautiful
without a single sheet of paper
or the use of a tedious pen.
I want the ink to spill
from your tongue,
as your lips against mine
become the words,
and the fluidity your hands
creates the punctuation.
Our breath will craft the diction,
as our kisses slowly
turn into paragraphs,
allowing the m ovement
of our bodies
to create the chapters
of this perfectly written novel.
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