dopamine
like apples' flowers transiting to ripened fruits,
her boobs swing,
as if they have a fancy for stirring his desire…
his mad lust understands, unlocking the thrills
played in his eyes,
[...as if his lips savor her ripened fruits already]
dreams an apple tree on the skin of the twilit sky
as its flowers blossom with dopamine,
like the chic smile of her like the sly gaze of him
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