Liaison wants to see you,
with a sense of foreboding.
Your sorcerer appearance finds happiness,
with my pair of eyes.
Sensorial contiguity makes my hands spread
to hold you tight.
Youthful verve wants to get peace at restless mind.
with your soft flaccid body.
Cognition makes my mood breezy,
with the perfume of your hair.
In the late afternoon.
Intoxication catches Attraction-
In your smearing lip kiss.
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