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Echoing Off Rocks

Tags: love
Words can best be described,
as pictures of the soul.
Sensuality in writing,
like the kiss of a rainbow.
After a warm rainfall.

My muse instilling in me,
conscience and thought.
What romance is to mortals,
tides are to seas.
Echoing off rocks.

What pleasures me in scribing, 
be it prose or poetic,
are the sounds of the unheard.
My lusting emotions, 
embracing my love. 

The kiss of the quill
on gilded stationary.
As the ink dries,
like tears of happiness.
Flowing from her eyes.

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