A Small Loving Her Poem
You smell like mushrooms,even in those hot days,
you transpire only nice odors,
more if you kiss me in those great parades...
Lick me, smell me, live me,
but never take me away,
trust me, found me, destroy me,
but lets always here stay.
You are, and so am I.
You love me, and so do I.
You'll never leave, neither will I.
The smell of sulfur, between us lies.
And our tongues, a different language speak by hard.
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