• tomorrow_i_remember_still 5w

    xx Monday, October 19, 2020 xx

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    Your love is pure, too potent for my lips;
    Consuming it quick I become plastered.
    Forgive me as I take you slow--small sips.

    Hard liquor and fine wine, curvaceous hips;
    All forms of elegance you have mastered.
    Your love is pure, too potent for my lips.

    Vanity, in yours reality slips.
    Serendipitous, words deplete faster.
    Forgive me as I take you slow--small sips.

    By letter, by poem and eb'ny ink drips,
    By thine gaze is my soul ever lathered;
    Your love is pure, too potent for my lips.

    Bequeathing with aplomb to love's eclipse,
    All reservations and fear hence gathered.
    Forgive me as I take you slow--small sips.

    Perhaps to some, strength has never mattered.
    For others, softer they would have rathered.
    But your love is pure, potent for my lips;
    Forgive me as I take you slow--small sips.

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