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 It is not a walk in the park.

Nor a halo that glows in the dark.

It is not the chord that pleases the Lord, But love…

A rhythm that sparks up the chambers of heaven.

As sweet as it feels,

So toxic it is for my skin.

The toxins in its particles have my heart burning…

Can I articulate this emotion further?

It is not the softest meddling of hands at moonlight.

Nor the fingers that had me purring like a cat.

Would you rather have a touch of my paws

Or claws deep into your flesh.

For this love, is not a bunch of roses at my doorstep.

Just the scent of your secrets I smell on your chest,

right before our bodies wrestle.

Right before our imploded emotions explode…

not further than the walls of this hotel.

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