It's sweet n sour with you baby, always!
The way you raise me up,
from the depths of my self-induced cell;
to the brightness of the midnight sun.
Your words, sugary; acts, steamy;
giving this for me, a sensual mix,
for my pleasure, the sweetened treat;
hot, a saucy soup of love.
Then, the winds change;
ahoy, you spread the sails;
a captain with the charts,
you measure the sextant scales;
coldly the goodbyes flow,
and snap, you're gone.
Lingering sourness in my mouth,
from the hurried kiss as you left.
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