Carbon love!
Every bit of perfume
That melts in the air
Around you
touches every sense on my pulse
an euphoric delusion of heavenly unknown
I beg in controlled subconscious
To not let it end or worn
Till I find the most enticing scent
Here, somewhere in the middle
Of this wretched world;
I prefer not to disturb the harmony
Of my seismic compulsion
Over your flowery flesh
With each drop of sweet satisfaction
Between the flawless layers
of carbon quilt
so raw, so fresh
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