mhm.. yes..

savor me utterly, —
(i smell like spring flowers)

direct your lips tenderly
on my tender grapes;

paint your fire on my being, —
[mhm], (unleash it)

set your sanctuary
into my scorching shelter;

let the words be
your hands preaching desire...

yes, from my flowery twig
in your sacred scent;

πŸ˜‰

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs