Rivers of red wine spring forth devotion,
filling the voids of dehydrated souls
Senses on twirling tongues taste affection,
elusive psalms mend peace for wordsmith woes.
A rush of sensation fuels my fire,
perfect portraits begin with pale paper
Where landscapes of ink create desire,
lover's flame flickers when minds do mature.
Throw caution where the wind begins to whirl,
kiss tightly the lips of her honesty
Lacerate those painful paths that unfurl,
bend a knee to exalt love's symphony.
Let the storms drift from lands to seven seas,
Our light is justified by destiny.


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