when i smell you, erotic thoughts become bottles of your cologne;
when i speak with you, i hear swords in primal heat;
when i hear you, an army snaps to attention before its general;
when i touch you, i only wish touch was never-ending;
and when i taste you, oh! winged angels swiftly ascend.
as you, beloved, you are as masculine as the very definition of masculinity.
Sahib ♠ shukran
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
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