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I like it when my mouth lends the sweet, 
Slightly bitter taste of her lips to my veins.
  I like it when her perfume drops
 Fall over her thin neck.  

The way she moves her hands
 Through the hair cascade,
Makes me pay attention
 To every sudden movement she makes. 

 I love the sea,
 Because it wears the color of her blue eyes. 
I like the sea,
 Bcause I can feel the waves of the sea 
When she looks into my eyes.

  Her insecurities are certainties.  
Her arms are the branches.
I like it when my mouth lends the sweet, 
Slightly bitter taste of her lips to my veins.