Surrender on a Summer Night

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Romance - Passion

In utter silence,

asking nothing in return,

I fulfill your most

intimate wishes,

whispering words

of liquid passion.

On the thread of an

almost-forgotten world,

I write poems

with gloved hands,

and come to walk

beneath the rising moon

to meet you in bare

naked body

under warm salt foam,

always under protests

of my heart.

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Interesting choice of words,

Interesting choice of words, great depth to this piece. Good write!