*Your curves
Your lines
Every strokes
I wish it's mine
Your portrait
Your stern trait
When it melts
Huge urge is felt
Jaw opened
To the point of drooling
Lips bit
Sends me imagining
I hold my breath
I grit my teeth
I wet my lips
As my body shakes
Black or white
Or colored in sight
Your beauty seems alive
You're the epitome of my desire
And so I close this book
Put it on a stack of volumes
For this is the painful truth
You're just a character inside Citrus*
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
*Your curves
Your lines
Every strokes
I wish it's mine
Your portrait
Your stern trait
When it melts
Huge urge is felt
Jaw opened
To the point of drooling
Lips bit
Sends me imagining
I hold my breath
I grit my teeth
I wet my lips
As my body shakes
Black or white
Or colored in sight
Your beauty seems alive
You're the epitome of my desire
And so I close this book
Put it on a stack of volumes
For this is the painful truth
You're just a character inside Citrus*
To Aihara Mei of Citrus manga.
