[ Mature content ahead. Also, here drunkard symbolises a passionate thrist for love and not any alcohol ]
Your lips look like fresh roses
And i taste its dew drop juicesI'll slurp every drop of yours
To know how you taste like, baby.Everytime we meet, a fiery passion sweeps away the pain of waiting
And we both burn into this madnessI'm obsessed to your loving touches embracing me within your arms and my heart within your heart
I'll take you by my arms, pin you to the wall in our locked room, keep your name locked within my heart
And travel you through lips via the road of your chest, cherry blossoms outside the windows, enchanting your wrinkles with sweet kisses and injecting my love into your veins, sweetheart.You will be enchanted, lost within me and my caring hugs, exploring your lovely lips, I'll be drinking every bit of you like a thirsty nomad.
You'll be my whimsical wine
And I'll be be your daily drunkard.
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