it's always the little things

the skin of my lips
has been fated to you…
thanks to touch's delirium
in love's princely kiss;

painted in a vision
or codified, I really don't know
when the skin of my lips
has been fated to you;

but you see, i regret nothing;
after all, i got your savor,
thanks to touch's delirium
in the longing's color…

[on the skin of my lips]

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