If I could write a love poem

Capturing sweet aroused metaphors, pouring red wine syllables
that create dim bedroom phrases and dark chocolate stanzas

Words that make tongues roll as eyes plunge and swim in
crisp lakes of warmth, forcing lids to gasp for perfumed air

Verses which weaken knees, start dancing fires in your chest
smoking your mind while plump apple lips drop on their own

Scribble a little sweaty thrust here and a faint breath there
leaving your bodies curved outlines on cold humid tiles

Unleash a sensual rippling river of emotion through flowing veins,
inking soft pages with messages that softly mark a naked neck

By Amaury Genao

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