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Ti amo
In extremis
Fleur de lis
Brands that touch lips
Sensitive threats to hearts held tightly
Waves of emotion that overcome
Steadily rising feelings that bend steel
I hold my breath
Sweet an delectable
A fear I'd charge forth for
An appetite for emotion
A tidal wave of longing
Woman
You
The subtle ebb an flow
The magnetism
This pull
A sea deep and with turmoil
That I long to tread
My harbor
A multitude of fear and longing
It takes two to set sail
I look not to past storms
I look to the horizon
The bliss both our sails set forth
I look to my compass
You, my true north