mhm.. yes..

savor me utterly, —
(i smell like spring flowers)

direct your lips tenderly
on my tender grapes;

paint your fire on my being, —
[mhm], (unleash it)

set your sanctuary
into my scorching shelter;

let the words be
your hands preaching desire...

yes, from my flowery twig
in your sacred scent;


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