savor me utterly; i smell like spring's 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;
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco
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