"Held you tight from the wrists
pushed you hard into deepen walls,
Winds gushed across Romania streets
& your 'Hum' waved upon clouds, Evening falls
Long-hours spent like a leaf of unwritten book
Dusk got replaced with the hues of pleasure,
Our eyes seemed full of dirty look
that, of course, brought me the hall of treasure
belonged to your menthol breath
emerged into an every speck of mine,
I built ya up & lust ya to death
We kissed up the flesh, & you playfully whispered, "Okay fine."
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