Touching Sonnet
Lips in bloom...
Touch is worth a thousand pictures...
Lies beneath the earhtly fixtures
Pure beauty... Twilight lingers -
Rising sun is spelling gloom...
Spark-lit eyes,
The skin is beady...
Drop of sweat becomes a tear,
Words aside, can't get much nearer
I inhale your calling sigh...
Love is hot when you are greedy!
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