I'm addicted to your smell,enslave to your fragrance

I cultivated the land,even though it has never been tilted

Even though I had to bend a 45 degree

To awaken the sleeping giants

I went deep,even though it appear shallow

every landscape was appreciated,in the right modifications

Made me a boss in all jurisdiction,so I took control of the pier

Every pothole was filled with nascent dexterity

In each bus stop,she alighted with grace

An adrenaline to ignite the machine with passion

A moment of active redemption

As I became entitled to her entitlement

In that moment of passion I was lost

Sweat been neglected, souls clinging to each other...

affection so deep,even deeper than her confusions

I was merciless even in her cry for mercy

The moan was the main motivation

Careless with her careful institutions

We became worn out from our "religious" activities

It all started from her scent,locked up in her fragrance

Bottled up in her souls,direct by our mind

Ignite by our passions,synchronised  by our emotions

Can I tell you a secret?

I love the taste of your fragrance  

Just for you

*AYANFE