Matching

I can see your feelings in colors
Dreaming to paint souls of lovers
Need to warm your fluffy cheeks
To sweeten my thoughts for weeks

Spin my coldness till it’s sweaty
The soul gets hot like a spaghetti
Play with my sadness of bad mood
Making it laugh can never be rude

A drop of blood, a drop of sweat
We can form a hunger duet
Lust for flesh and thirsty thoughts
I can’t please your needed pots

Gone for weeks, my soul is starving
I’ll go to find it ‘cause i’m worring
The purity is gone and you accept
Matching us can cause a defect

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