Sweet Love

There the sun arose

Warm, luscious, and beautiful

Our scent just as strong

She preferred windows

3 am calls to the moon

Gives the best backdrop

He preferred her warmth

Hanging up calls from his ex

Her dew was sweeter

Fires burn from orange coals

Love birthed in all elements

Sweat drips on clear planes

The sweetest taboo

Fruit is best at grand rising

As one, they make juice

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