Breath of Life
On soft rosy flesh,
our lips collide
with unbridled passion n' fury,
or sweet gentle love.

The Archway
Along the way to her heart
I crossed a little bridge;
built strong upon an arch,
linking her rosy lips
to that slightly furrowed ridge.

It's a feature most pronounced
upon an already beautiful face.
It's the grand Arc d'Triumph
Amidst the resplendent Paris.

There's none better in its place.

Restless Love
nuh hew
nuh hew



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