Song of Songs
<p>I count —<br />
not to accumulate the seeded wealth<br />
but to honour your blessings, your glory within<br />
your lips are like the crimson thread<br />
that connects each ruby-polished pearl nestled there<br />
<em>waiting</em><br />
Waiting for me</p>
<p>and I kiss them in awe, in delight,<em> oh! in glorious reverence</em><br />
my mouth lovingly caressing your shimmering jewels,<br />
hesitant — and yet,<br />
<em>and yet</em></p>
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