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I’ve turned you into a glass of Mojito
Where was I ? Where was I? When you were still pure and shy? Not till your full-blossom time Did I savor your prime
Like a tiger sniffing a rose I feasted on you, thorough and close The dusk was full of your menthol air So intriguing, to invade you I dare
Gently I pounded your delicate body Till you let out the juice of jubilee Your snowy skin coated in fine sugar Tasted sweaty and lime-like sour
To your invitingly parting lips Runs Havana Club rum, several sips Your gleaming eyes, clear as Caribbean Sea Dreamy with lust and ecstasy
Oh you, a refreshing mint leaf minutes ago I’ve turned you into a glass of Mojito Take a sip, pal, and be aware: So addictive, so soothing, and so rare! |
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