Ladybugs, butterflies, caterpillars too
are all beautiful but not compared to the beauty of you.
Your rapid heartbeats is a lullaby that puts me to sleep as our bodies tangles like a vine from a tree.
The roughness of your hands raises goosebumps on my skin, just being around you makes me want to sin.
No not sin in a bad way although that's a good idea too.
I mean sin in a good way that makes me see all the colors of the rainbow.
Through calm rivers and distress ocean waves, i still crave no other but you.
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Piece Of Poetry
Poetrypo·et·ry ˈpōətrē/ noun literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.
