Sitting by the window, with half a pack of cigarette,

She tinkers my mind like a melody on a cassette.

Smokes & talks bent all convictions that eventide,

Through cuddles and kisses,all societal rules died.

Her acts so insane make my dopamine levels go ditty,

And then she smiles,comes an avalanche of pretty.

Wrapped in my arms,her touch teaches a game,

Some souls are better,with no identity, no name.

Come closer, kiss me,caress me and own me,

Serendipity flows in,every-time you're around me.

They say you live three lives, public and private,

The secret is the third, behind a guarded gate.

The first two tangents go muddled-up and unclean,

The third tangent to life is beautiful and unseen.

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xoxo