Oh, how that I yearn to be your earring,
Suspended, from delicate shell of your lobe,
Dangling down, upon your soft magnolia neck,
How my pearled heart would sigh at your breast,
Your perfume, tantalizing my quivering senses,
And with every gentle nod of your beautiful
head,
I´d caress your cream skin with my nacreous
fingers,
My heart would beat faster, being so close to
you,
And with every sigh of your breath, I would
tremble,
Oh, if I were only your earring, within your
sweet ear.
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