The expression on her face
with the parting of her lip
was a secret. I have wasted
my life between her thighs
as testified. Her warm thigh
has been justified by faith
alone. I grab her soft waist
and taste her parting lip,
her closed eye. Blushing lips
separate, I am the highest
cloud pressing into a waist
of sky, unveiling her face
adorned.
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