You can’t escape the realm of my pleasure
My love – an addiction – may please you with treasure
~*~*~
Your love be alike Mohito without Mint
but Martini, hell yeah, of course, you’re – so toxic – A Tint
I have you on intoxicated nights; in mid-dreams;
& splashed you ov'r the shades of love, in a blink
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Every written – yet – unwritten word has your herbal breath
but the letters to love left unaddressed
Desperation takes your life, melodramatically, off track
Absolutely, being in love means playing the board: chess
~*~*~
Black & White, game it is where one looses – the other wins
And, the one who wins... goes engaged with love within
That’s what immortal wickedness is, & surprisingly, you can never deny this:
~~ The Delectation Of Sin ~~
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This's also one of my earlier writes called "Selfie Queen". It's quite same in rhyme but way beyond in perspectives of love-bites. I kinda enjoyed writing these two stuffs to the fullest as even always I do writing the rest of ones.

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