Servant of Love
Your love was like a seven course meal,
being served precisely to how I feel.
For appetizers we became friends,
filling our thirst till the very end.
My hunger for love was satisfied when you became my main dish,
every single bite I took was an answer to my wish.
The taste on my lips left by your skin was such a flirt,
then I opened my eyes to see I had the sweetest dessert.
Unfelt emotions raced to everyone of my nerves,
God made me a waiter,
and only you is who I serve.
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