I've found my new favorite flavor upon your lips.
It's musky,
and spicy,
and autumn pure.
I've found my new favorite flavor — and this is it.
Our kitchen,
full of
ingredients galore.
I've found my new favorite flavor, and when I pick,
I'll always choose,
if first, if you'll
choose me over her.
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Deepest Afflictions to Random Speculations
PoesíaSometimes We cry Sometimes We laugh Sometimes It's one of the same thing Warning: may contain strong language, adult themes, and an unnecessary amount of "extra".
