“I’m addicted to sensuous daisies and luscious foreign ink,
The kind that can write poetry over my body, take away the ability to think.
Paper as smooth as her skin, as she lays down her magic potion,
And commence to printing her verses on me, creating poetry in motion”.ROY
She steals his pen, with her dewy lips,
Tying his hands with, sugary rose strings.
He knows he has no chance, as she writes her verses,
On his silver skin, with her foreign ink
She paints her love, In strokes of red,
A delicious velvet, like molten chocolate.
He closes his eyes, as she touches his heart,
Knowing he is lost, in her seductive sunset.
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