Love when your lips weave about me a slow dance of deep breaths
Beautifully raw in form like Maya Angelou's poetry in flesh
Stretched and exposed, a love stripped of innocence
Misplaced, like resin angels on concrete building tenements
Mmm irresistible, the feeling of warmth from just being near you
I refuse to take you for granted or allow another to declare you
Won't you please be my candle, guide me to the place that I call home
For there is where my soul dwell, on your hearth -- my secret dome
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