fever

[loving you, it doesn't mean to please you
for I won't;
I will not grace you for you to be happy with me]

daily to see my reflection on your blade before
of awakening my flame… it's a fight…

fight if you want to devour
all my burning with passionate desires

happiness operates so; this entity loves to see you
suffering first… then comes… 

comes in small doses
and explodes in apogee under crackling kisses…

[loving you, it doesn't mean to please you
for I won't;
I got skills to do much more; I'm songs lyrics' fever]

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