[d.E.A.T.H] Of An [o.R.E.O] Poem by Sharifa Palmer

I love the way you [s.u.n.b.a.t.h.e] upon my [p.l.a.t.e]
Just you &I upon this [d.a.t.e]
Just a [t.a.s.t.e] of your dark coat stops my [b.r.e.a.t.h] & mutes my [h.e.a.rt]
Your [s.o.f.t], [c.r.e.a.my] filling is my [h.e.a.v.e.n] on earth
I [l.o.v.e] the way you [g.r.a.c.e.f.u.l.l.y] dive into that thick, creamy, white lake
You start to [d.r.o.w.n] because you forgot how to [s.w.i.m]

Without a doubt I [d.i.v.e.d] right in
You thank me with a [k.i.s.s] on the [l.i.p.s]
Not a good [i.d.e.a]
[C.r.u.n.c.h] your body went
I looked in my [p.a.l.m] and [s.c.r.e.a.m.e.d]
My [o.r.e.o] was[d.e.a.d]
Now I'll have to start this [d.r.a.m.a] all over again
R.I.P [o.r.e.o]