every morning, before sniffing out the day's whispers, I'm taking first, my adrenaline's dose, [as usually] 🫧 the sun, the chirping of the tiny sparrows, the breeze of the sea, try impressing my windowpane 🫧 each of them takes care of any part of me, improving magically, my coiffure, my eyes, my mood 🫧 the hugs, the kisses, the innocent giggles, are advanced by love's light that loves bathing in me...

you've been prevented from the start [my heart will trample you...] [softly]; even so, you didn't care and swung in, sabotaging it, begging for my juicy fire to torture you while your wettish lips structured by lust echo, bathed my face, my hands and my metaphorical spaces turning you charming in a tender dance piloted smoothly by the helix of my ink