Like a jasmine at the touch of the dusk, Or like the mixture of mint and the vodka, How addictive is that? The smell of your lips? You know, I am melting, Ofcorse, no, not my physical form, But this, the aching heart, Which only beats in your name, At the sight of you, Leaning down on me? It is intoxicating, it burns me, At the heat you make me feel Warm and comfy, and yet wet, How do I not get drowned, In all those pleasures, Of wanting you even more? Baby, you are sweet, Like a honey and vanilla, Your sweats, when I feel it, Are the another shapes of love, You have on me, And I surrender you, my entire being, Just to get a taste of you. -karma☆.
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