My lips touched magical thirsty you,
the Bombay Blue
with a drop of Lemon
the edge of your cup.
In every kiss you give me your lips
, fall in a vacuum
drowned your fears and break the words
maybe one day I woke captivated and endorphins
supplying my body. Now
, corrupt self
fondling.
your time is spent and immersed myself in that
Bombay Blue with a drop of lemon.
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