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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My pleasure, dear Bianca! 🤗❤️ 🔆 🌈
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🤗♥️🥰☀️
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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.
Hugs 🥰
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You killed this ending, especially the last line!
“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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Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your kind words, Tre! ♥️🥰🌹
I’m delighted that you enjoyed this poem.
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You’re most welcome!
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A beautiful poem of desire, Bianca. Congratulations! And I love this line:
“All the bad dreams
Are stripped of their shadows.”
Thanks for sharing, Manuela! ❤️
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Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your kind words, Lauren! 💗🥰🌹
I’m delighted that you enjoyed this poem.
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It’s my pleasure, Bianca. Your poetry is beautiful! 💞🌷
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❤️
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Beautiful poem🥰 I loved the last line…🤭”…I want you with the intensity of a thousand stars.”
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