Cradled by the cold, you always have given warmth.
To have set smiles from face to face. each lip was tainted by a kiss. Your rich scent has often inspired poets of times creating endless literature about the world unknown. Inspiration from that gushing wave of utter intoxication, the desire of that gentle sweetness. For of no likeness is your sweetness.
Incomparable to the rest.
Nothing could truly explain what you are.
What, oh what could I possibly be? ΓΌ
2 comments:
Wine? or some sort of alcoholic beverage?
coffee with lots and lots of sugar
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