My heart is chocked with
Sex-scented resin
All base notes and
Underworld smoke.
Sometimes I dare to
Think of your lacquer
And what I could flare in your
Lacklustre shine.
Your eyes remind me of
Wolves in the winter,
Your mouth a house
Of gingerbread.
I crave to sip
Your hot-tasting liquor
And watch the fumes
Infuse me with red.
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