could you let the reality get deformed because — loving me, it's your dream, and loving you is my fantasy with all my smiles and giggles, synchronized with each moment since you met me, also, with all my lack of experience in waving your thoughts, paid with lots precious attention in beauty sessions of your inseparable emotions, coupled at the ylang-ylang perfume of my soul, and assimilated in the secret's fineness of a message hidden in the unique taste of a me‧ta‧xa, explored slowly, to not get scared some kiss that's been longing a lot for our lips to talk fluently in lust's dialect vibing into the all-undivided parameter found in the mage of watermelon sugar, winded in the torrential love chemistry