Love: Plum Kiss
There's one simple thing stuck in his mind,
The one thing you do every day,
When you paint an art piece hung in the Louvre,
And it's put on full public display,
Dripping of love and lust and desire,
Dripping of burgundy plum,
Your lips drip of hope half filled full of want,
And you know what it makes him become,
It turns him into a wandering fool,
He don't care if there's blue in his heart,
The only thing important to him from then on,
Is when his and your lips are apart,
This one simple thing he loves most about you,
The one thing he just can't resist,
Is the glow when you smile and lean into him,
When both of your souls meet to kiss.
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