Loaded with a turmoil
My heart pounding hard
I will not make this lard
Don't want to spoil
Grazing your slender neck
Like a rhythm of a musical
My warm breaths; so lyrical
And yes, loved your peck!
Your fragrance is addictive
Slowly absorbing it deeply
Inebriated by it quickly
It was quite predictive!
I saw you crossing the street
Pushing back your auburn hair
The weather didn't play fair
I am glad we can still meet!
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