"...I only want to see you bathing in the Purple Rain..."
beset upon the lover's drink
free-born in tongue and quill
he tasted more than some would think
too much for one so still
yet no one knew the hours of night
he wandered darkened day
till finding perfect skin to write
of love that drew its say
what destiny to now impart
a love for passion's flame
entreating now a mirrored heart
that resonates the same
~moses apollo
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