I love you's bash against my tongue in tantalizing morsels.
I relish them- enclosed within a cell of charming chortles.
Your honeyed voice, your humid breath- endearing little parcels;
And to enjoy such sweet release? Enough for any mortals.
Come seal these feelings with a kiss to make a woman swoon.
You have the air of alchemists whose potions conquer tombs.
I'm certain that your words consist of some evasive rune;
But each endearment sows its seeds- mystique- exotic- blooms.
I pine for your I love yous and return your feeling too.
I pine for your I love yous; and my love for you is true.
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