Join in as we explore these other depths of poetry that colour me pink,
Scribbled ink,
Thimbled quail,
All assembled on this tapestry-like page,
Passion's wake,
Whose waist,
Beads that quake,
Priceless ornaments that quiver,
Those four auras will connect,
Gold-plated signet,
Basslines that won't stutter,
Two souls in Cupid's cocooned yonder,
The stroll down this crowded aisle that did bliss,
The diamond of your planet that nectars.
Well marinated French fries,
Cellar-strong Spanish wine,
Fresh baked English toast,
Caribbean laced rum,
Antigua's sexed moans,
Giovanni's Italian-style pasta,
Nigerian chicken pepper soup,
Congo strings and the veiled laughs that fought over her jewels,
This Indian-spiced okra lines that saved us a hundred and one other cravings.
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