my blood is like a flood of honey where he, with longing, takes a swim, lustfully, until wolf down my elixir ▫ those waggish twins monsters, seductive poetized by his tongue's tip, reveal my oh-so-pleasing refrains ▫ my body, chiming the atmosphere, elucidates his heartbeats' contour, — driving him crazy makes me happy ▫ compressed in the walls' intimacy, my being in his sighs, feels oxygenated, burgeons miraculously in time's spell