to E.A.
You're like a masterpiece brought to life:
eyes as dark as a moonless night,
hair as rich as the deepest shadows...
I've never seen lashes so captivating.
You're like the sweetest peach
at an eastern market,
like forbidden fruit
from the tree of knowledge,
like a prophet delivering revelations.
You sound like King David's lyre,
like the coastal waves,
like the call to prayer...
In your eyes, there's both joy and pain,
on your face, both taunt and sadness.
And when you touch me, I nearly lose control,
and when you kiss me, it's like relishing
that malabi with rose water.
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