Burning babe – K. B

Burning babe

Your sweet lips
Are burning babe,
You drank half
A bottle
And your fluids
Smell almond.
You never get enough
But that’s what I like,
When you keep coming
To me with renewed
That I can feel and taste.
Hath we seen more beautiful
Union than in your little room,
I could count on your eyes
To tell me lies
That kept me going
Till then, till now.
Your hand is always
On my shoulder
But I remember that night,
We were drinking
And as we were good
Natured, we could only
Love more…

K. B

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