taste of my love


still… [you turn me on]

un p'tit je ne sais quoi

Would I want you to kiss every little piece of me?
— I would.
Would I want you to drink from me the booze of gods?
— I would.
Would I want you to take me in your hands and
in your mouth and to have a greedy feast from me?
— I would.
Would I want your limbs to be around me and my mouth
to be starved and thirsted for your kisses?
— I would.
Would I wanna feel the hunger of your wildish passion
devouring me completely in your tenderness’s rhythm?
— I would.
I’d wanna know how you crave for the taste of my love
and what would you do to keep this desire avidly forever

I want you to dry my every tear with your lips,
to feel your breath on my neck exorcising my sadness

Dunno how but you…

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