Does it appear to you like temptation?
Just watching me flowering you with affection,
Waking up before time to make you tea,
Or even just watching you sleep all night long!
Does it appear like temptation?
Walking you down the lanes of love holding hands,
Running in the mad on a rainy day with a transparent umbrella,
Or rather you pushing me down to bed by that magical middle finger!
Does it appear like temptation still?
When you smile every dawn over a stupid text from me,
Or rather a meaningless joke every dusk,
Or it’s just a temporary phace of love?
Iam a peaceful piece of pink rose,
With painful memories of madness and happiness,
And so my loving love of lust is real,
And so is my lustless lump of love.
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