Smooth, soft
Need not, a
Silkworm.
Gorgeous streams,
Flow from
Your
Soul.
I can’t wait to
Curve
My thirst,
For one more show.
Show me your eyes,
Eyes that flow
Straight to the center,
Everything I love dwells
From you…
Don’t steal it
And run away.
I need not a silkworm
Today.
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