this is the first verse I've written with a built-in apology about the quality.
You know
this was
prepared
in haste
and yet
I hope
it's to
your taste
I know
it will
not sound
like much
but I
melt like
chocolate at
your touch
I know
I should
be more
discrete
but I
grow soft
as you
entreat
I know
that it
does me
no favors
to say
candidly
your kiss
I savor
I know
I tend
to exaggerate
how your
emerald eyes
do coruscate
But I
swear I
know no
pleasure
to compare
with your
cinnamon skin
which I
do deeply
treasure
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