make your move

bite me… taste me… —
[at absolute];

make your move…

intense moans, —
[provoke me];

my flower haunts and begs
for your heavenly butterfly;

my pleasures' swarms, —
[grab them];

my colors, —
[squeeze them...] [deep];

my zenith is your energy, —
[consume it];

I want your playful bud
to incite my fragrance;

πŸ“–

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs