Mi amore

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Like a promise,
every time a promise,
this language of two souls,
tethered by eternity,
now, in the future,
a future known, and lived,
in this moment,
the death of tomorrow

Tell me again, 
in loud whispers of passion,
and again, down my cheek bones,
say to me, in our secret tongue,
that we are all that matter,
in our tiny universe,
of smiles, and bites,
nibbles and giggles

In this moment,
everything and everytime come together,
the grand design,
so simply put in your fingers,
these words written in my senses,
your touch is my forever,
Mi amore.

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