kiss kiss bang bang

I hid some kisses

in the deepest inner maze

of your eardrum

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I filled it with music and

a few witty words, highly heard

in any language

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sufficiently, my tongue and

yours, can now fill in any tone

any consonant and syllable

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willingly, we melt naturally

in any new/old sigh invented

and storied with both of us

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multitudes of our fire

and joy carved by our desires

use beastly sensual hues

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we fueled with slippery sounds

of our mutual lust, at the grade

of a kiss-kiss-bang-bang effect