You make me feel
As if I’m encircled
By a million flowers
Varying of dyes
Reds? Perhaps a few blues
Enough to smother me
Binding my figure
With its vines so tight
Around the edges of my hips
Over the bends of my waist
Curiously inhaling
Diverse fragrances
Intoxicating my senses
Dictatorial, my emotions
Now under your governance
Yes, I was enchanted
With no route of escape
Enraptured by your florae
Still stirring my mind
With a spell so dazzling
A spell called “Love”
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 4:09 PM UTC
You make me feel
As if I’m encircled
By a million flowers
Varying of dyes
Reds? Perhaps a few blues
Enough to smother me
Binding my figure
With its vines so tight
Around the edges of my hips
Over the bends of my waist
Curiously inhaling
Diverse fragrances
Intoxicating my senses
Dictatorial, my emotions
Now under your governance
Yes, I was enchanted
With no route of escape
Enraptured by your florae
Still stirring my mind
With a spell so dazzling
A spell called “Love”
love is the most beautiful spell
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