by Bianca Alina
I kiss your forehead.
All the bad dreams
Are stripped of their shadows.
You smile in your sleep.
I run my fingers through your hair,
And I softly press my lips against yours.
Your lips taste like chocolate wine.
Your skin smells like rainbows of insatiable desire.
It’s a quiet morning,
But my love is wild.
I want you with the intensity of a thousand suns.
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In a Love World 
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for publishing this poem, dearest Manuela! 💗🥰🌹
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Lovely poem! 💖
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Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your kind words, dearest Ana! 💖🌹
I’m delighted that you enjoyed it.
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