We should not speak of it out loud, to tell all we feel all
at once, in a gush, love or lust, it breaks bones as it breaks silence, this
confession of intimacy we ought to keep to ourselves, to bath in its beauty,
it's tenderness, it's lush embrace, yet no declare it all, or rush,
overwhelming the soul we seek to cherish, a wise man will dole out his
admiration, a little drip st a time, soft drops into her open mouth, a taste of
it, bit by bit, time letting it fill her up, but not drown her with too much too
soon, or she might flee to a wiser soul, doing for her what we could not, seize
her love from our grasp, we need to keep love closed mouth, or st beat, lips
barely parted, giving her the flavor of what we feel, bit by bit
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