Can I ask you a favor?
Can you please stop smelling like you do?
With your honey filled lips and eclipsed eyes.
Quit it.
You give my cheeks a tingling sensation,
and I am going to have to slap myself to make it right.
So please.
Stop walking so tall, and keeping your skin so tight.
Cuz I am about to lose my shit.
And we know, that that won't be good for either of us.
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