To sweeten your mouth from the aftertaste of cherry and of me
I offer you mango;
But then your tears at the stone, the soul of the fruit.
To sweeten your mouth from the aftertaste of cherry and of me
I offer you mango;
But then your tears at the stone, the soul of the fruit.
She licks an arm, a milk dark flavour. Thick velvet, stars explode. Now desire swirls mango lassi. Tongue sunburnt, dust thirst.