Ode to me love

Love poem

What can I say
That I haven't before
Butterfly dreams 
Kisses bliss
Your touch makes
My heart skip beats

Petrichor
Dances of the mor
Gentle cool breezes
Or morning dews
Your look makes
A fine jelly of me legs!

Come hold me tight
And let us knead dough of each other
Two bodies merged into one
One soul, one breath
Entwined completely
Pure as love can be

Surpassing boundaries 
Created by mind and society
Come with me, me love 
Let's break those chains
Lovers delight under this full moon night 
And every other, if wishes were true

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[Poonam Dhandhania]

Sorry. "Mor" means Peacock.
Forgot to mention in notes