plunge into the technicolour pool 
of my desires;
swim underwater to take a breath 
at my body’s degrees; 
now get drowning in my fantasies; 
calm, my hands will wait for yours 
to plant tacit your scent; 
inside, my gaze will sniff your longs; 
wildish, your lips will savour my lips 
so alike with romᵃⁿᶜᵉanᵈcandy
passion will gush like an artesian well 
humming our moaning; 
any sigh will have the grapes’ taste 
fed and erupting in love; 
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 

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