just like a king

nobody's asking
if, can i or can you cook,
but they have curiosity

yet, what to see, —
just like a king, the time
rewrites the calendar

your hungry gaze
are devouring me deeply,
I do the same too

the vapors of passion
wrapped us, surrounded,
no one can see a thing

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Te Amo

inseparable

sloe gin

give‧me‧your‧fire‧give‧me‧your‧rain

whole lotta love

one that I want

i'd fly

happy single

sweet escape