turn me on
I'm going to
surround you,
invade you,
and caress you
fragmented, —
phrasing,
rounding,
and mixing
your first mood,
whispered and
glinted
to me
jubilantly.
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I will travel
in your mind
with my visions
conjugated
at past tense
in your present.
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I'll make you wish
to have been born
in my moisture aura
built with moments
from a season with
December's scent
in endless debates
and frisky flirtation
and citrus and frost.
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I will nourish you
with seductive words
sculpted with drops
of warmth with ice
to keep
a dual strong flavor,
intensely and sharply
draped with
the tiny tender bites
of a ravishing smile
smelling of fable
and bizarre longing
with endless echo
in the scent
of an untied happiness.
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Happiness smells good.
Happiness is me
smelling of you.
I exist in your existence
to turn me on, to turn you
on and on and on and on...