Poem -
Poem sense.
- The only words that make me blush are those you wrote on my skin. My lips are still red and blue from the ink of your poem. Each letter is flowing through my veins to reach my organs with more than O.
- I think my blood type has changed now. I am more than AB plus. I am all the characters plus the rythm of your rhymes.
- I wake up with the taste of your voice, or was it the sound ? All my senses are tangled, as if my brain was confused.
- All I know for sure is that the only words that make me blush are those you wrote on my skin.
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