like gravel, it’s burning from the ground up.
flowing like lava, down streams of intricacies.
kiss me in the sheets and dance with me in the morning, like how the wolves roam in snow.
melodies crave to be heard, like lilies, and daffodils flow in an open field.
it’s her wind blowing within her limits. engulfing like a fire mishandling and destroying everything within proximity.
nothing’s contagious or more dangerous than two people who are drugs to each other, feigning to get high.
it’s tempting, the smearing of her lipstick, with blush on her face.

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