Like a writing-desk I soar. How? We’ll find out nevermore.

I’m love at the start, Yet I’m meant to compete. I’m served without dinner, And scored without sheet. Back and forth flying, Across a white line What am I?

Undulating, a break in the calm, my effect. In time, I’m bound to the edge of my nest. A solitary solid, sent airborne then airless: Is all that it takes to set my gentle caress

I'm a vile secret, behind your pursed lips, One you hope, never slips, You try to hold me in, yet out I sneak, Silent but deadly, at times I may squeak, I drift away for mercy's sake, Yet something lingers in my wake, What am I?

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