Deathly Musings
Beads of sweat begin to form I watch them tenderly, The puffs of breath And sweetened utterings Of blissful intimacy, I pass them by Each treasured night And think of all your worth, This blossomed light From deep inside Flowing from our eyes, And in between Our bodies' sides The beads meet the tears, A deathly trap For you and I Free of all our fears
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