Your name lives rent free on red, ravenous lips,
your kiss has colonised my conscious hours,
craved at each clicking tick of the clock,
and I’m not prepared for how preoccupied I’ll be with this passion.
Hello.
Hello, again.
Life is lilac love songs when I lie in your arms,
ruled by one glance of soft cerulean,
enslaved by your enchanting, effervescent affection.
Sincerely, Jennifer x 
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