Poem: Ingenue

Gentle

you are, my ingenue,
so heavenly to love
so wondrous to sculpture
in the night.

Currents of electricity
flow between us
when we kiss,
my ingenue.

Rivulets of sweat
move our skin so nicely
and the scent,
is as delicious
as you taste,
my ingenue.

You truly are
a work of art.

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