I am thinking of a way
to discover how your jaw
is structured: a concrete
wall surrounding soft lips
that move so fluidly each
time sweet words fall out,
like petals falling from
orange blossoms. There is
something in the light that
paints a shadow of mystery
on the cleft equal to the
dark corner of a room that
seems to hold secrets within,
that compels my dream-fumbled
lips to risk all and explore.
In the end, your fine jaw
will also know the curving
region of my passionate lips.
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