I wait in the moonlight for your secret …
Thinking of our kissing as one, toes to toes,
In search of the magnificent
Red and Mystical thrill of love.
The dark night floats in on Hummingbird wings
And lands like my kisses on your mole.
Your skin glows like the Mango,
As the tulip
In the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your Sitar voice
And leaps like a feline at the whisper of your name.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of honey
While, in the quiet, I listen for your last purring of the day.
(Hahaha: 'Written' via the Pablo Neruda Poem Generator)
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