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The personal truths,
the most painful to reveal to him
are the signs of my trust.
My obsessive desire,

to let loose all inhibitions
kept warmer in winter,
a hibernating doubt
melted with ease in spring.

So soon he touches,
then caresses my mouth.
To his tongue I bring the rose to him
worth loving.

Flowing into the old river
of passion,
I lose myself, petal by thorn,
I fall in love with him.

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