The sweetest poem

[Sp****]

The sweetest poem
Are the lines I write on your flesh
The quill from which I write: variable and unique as you.
The ink: your ***, your ***, and your pleasure.
From which I compose My verse.

The Iliad, though arduous and Ulysses ever complex can never compare.
For the lines I scribe, upon you:
from My tender whispers to My rage-filled screams.
When the book is closed, all say the same thing :

I love you.

[de****]

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