Garnished Martini
Clinging rhythms from musical styles
ignites my desire.
Can you dim the red lights? I crave a
sense of cashmere danger,
It smells of peace and warmth, pleasure and vibrations, placing me in a butterfly zone.
Yet I hesitate to express my feelings on paper. Never want to get caught.
Luxury! Dining amidst wild jewelry, shoes,
and faint black dresses while I stand before
a mirror, a glance game of goddesses.
It soothes my thoughts. My nasty smile.
I seek those side dishes with echoing flavours. Rolling my eyes as they slide down my throat.
The only liquid I’ll trade for water is you.
What else quenches my inner fire?
Just like savouring steaks! I'll munch and
get my lips stained.
That’s the amount of juice you bring to
my surface.
Nothing brings more calm than those suspenseful Korean visuals we watch together, reflecting our desires.
The chokes of laughter that freezes my brain.
My brown eyes, deep and thoughtful,
gaze into your soul,
Embracing each moment.
Yesterday was Jasmine,
today is lavender,
Honey, could you send
marigolds tomorrow?
Their scent brings me closer
to nature’s gentle mercies.
At last! The hugs from behind,
the cuddles, I dream about it.
Call me spoiled, only by you
but I’ll always crave those too, HoneyBae.
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