like sugar, it's the insane smell of passion sliced with the longing's shield 𓇼 its tasty aroma is sheltered on anyone's lips who's still looking for love's mystery 𓇼 these mellifluous fangs of an abstruse love sequestered the lips of my thoughts, once 𓇼 cunningly, it anchored at my bosom's lips, at my hips' lips, until it whelmed me, fully 𓇼 that's why i emit the mad scent of passion