𝓙𝓪𝔃𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮

You might be cool,
But my boyfriend is Robert Plant.
His smile is summertime,
He's a soul that could rain from burnt.

In pink blue fumes he touched my fire, sways - flies,
And a feast of Sin God, smiles.
We can turn our bodies into truth,
Hear the lies, batter disguise.

I kissed his lilac night,
Was smelling his neck that felt like cognac to me____
And had vision watching him dreaming a film,
Where he was licking my heart cause all the pussies are same.

Don't make our love a neat niche,
Make me violate the my own fear lover, increase?
Let cities be born from our passion,
Where murderers alter blood into floral-meals,
Learn bliss is religion.

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