Her smile so bright or eyes lit afire,

she floods me with desire.

Her lips so sweet, harsh but kind

like rum mixed with lemon-lime.


Her tongue so sharp and irrational,

yet utterly sensational.

Often bitter but worth it.

My God, she’s perfect.


So kiss me with your kind lips.

Still red, lusting for my kiss,

Still wet with soft wine.

I’ll be yours but only if you’ll be mine.

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