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rest

conduct my hand,

gently,

     s'il vous plait!

endow me the worldly goods,

till the blissing is vandalized,

and the heaven's mistreatment

will do our bodies apart.

contact my lips

in a french kiss.

devour,

mistaken for passionfruits,

and everything i concern

is your gaze -

                           glimpsed,

and your fingers -

                                     laced,

and if i silently rest on your body -

                                                                      comfort.