~° No love bargaining °~

~° You lips are raisins,
Ours together,are fire
Under such circumstance,
If they go under distillation,
They make a love wine,
Am paranoid,
You make it far better than me,
Not so good at subject,
But i certainly know,
What ingredients should be added,
As in,
When we r together,
This time becomes catalyst,
It slows down everything,
Fumes of fire seems cold,
Ice touches ice and it melts,
We spend this love extravagant,
Like we never bargained. °~


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