I sigh as these blood red lips glide upon her bosom
with cherry-picked flowers covering the twinkle in her eyes.
Sweet, saccharine, the musty aura pervades
and lets jasmine tears flow unto the mind.
Let me wash myself, of innocence unto sin
where sweet nectar is the only repentance.
Worry not for the troubles of tomorrow
for the sun eternal shine
A kiss today,
and forever I am thine.
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