Paramour

Thus love should be satisfied or not,

By the way he stares and how his face looks symmetry

Over the way he cascaded his glances

As the way he moves underneath the heaven of in twined lovers

I stare at his becoming wondering what ought

Should a man like him compromise

As he speaks mellifluous, by the sight of his existence

Is a penumbra loving him ineffable with a lilth 

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