You're strong.

Intoxicating, even.

Like a dark red wine, the smell of you fills my nostrils.
You rush to my head, burn on the way down.
I start to get stupid, I laugh too much.
Self-consciously, I remind myself not to overdo it.

Rich and alluring, you seduce me with a musky and flirtatious gaze,
You draw me in like rain on a hot summer's day, delicately exciting,
And you finish like cool satin on my skin. 
I breathe in your warm glow and smile, comfortably heated.

Don't overdo it. 

The End

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