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When love rhymes

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You said God made me perfect
The roundness of my hip, the softness of my lip
Gentle is my tip, I take you on every wild trip
So tighten your grip, squeeze me and take a sip
Get on my last ship, it is  time to tear and rip

My waves keep slamming your shore
Burning every sense in your core
Your nails on my side, always coming back for more
They take over every land, as we celebrate this war

You said God made me perfect
The size of my breast, where you built your nest
My wild birds on your chest , always flying west
The short breath is your guest, dancing, will never rest
Every touch  gives you my best, closer to my final quest
When the beauty of love rhymes. Missed writing in rhyme.
I k now this poem is too much, but I love it :love:




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tommyboywood's avatar
i love good rhyme - pure poetry