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Dear Kendra,

Tonight, there is
a meeting,
in my bed.

I want all of you—
your sins,
shame and naked.

I want you to hold me—
in places I can't,
touch me in ways so electric,
even the power gets jealous.

Tonight, I want you to be—
bare with me;
let's look into each other's eyes
and open the pages of deceits—
that lies, within.

Tonight Kendra,
I want all your juice,
sipping into me
I want all of your orange
dripping lovably,
reminding me of how hot
the sun would be if it were liquid.

Tonight, I want to be
with you,
one.

#DearKendra #PlayPoetry