My senses, still infected by your kisses,
Such a sweet poison, this tongue craves,
Memories of them, flow through the veins,
So this heart is intoxicated and so my nerves.
Your lips contain highly addictive sweet juices,
They are narcotic roses blooming with chocolates,
Yet, am always wanting them like lost pieces,
Till they fill the mosaic of melancholic emptiness.
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