For one who intrigued
The way you said my name
It was like you were tasting it,
Your mouth moving over it,
Your tongue slipping under it,
Savouring the simple syllables.
You, the epicure, the connoisseur,
You look at me and say,
"that's a nice name"
No one ever did it the same
The way you said my name.
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