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With sizzling fingers
I am painting your body
Yellow stripes on a pulsuating canvas
insane curves in the shine of colours
and in the background scream the strings in major

I concieve with pleasure
how your thoughts bend towards me
the tempo of your feelings escalates in steady pace
how your eyes blink in green
and the echoes of irony slowly slide away from your melodies

Juicy symphony of sounds
as the drumbeat gets louder
We do not need more breaks
but we are waving, repeating the same verse
Easy words on smiling lips
and even the worn off sayings find their place
Is love as a phrase well-known? Are you from the inside roamed?

No more shall I hesitate
but take an appropriate breath
before I start a familiar hymn.
For You are mine.