Shhh
You will be my secret
But I am for everyone to know
And as much as you miss the way I smell
I will carry the scent of many rosesThe petals that I have plucked from their rose hips
Pink vulvas I will introduce you to my lingham
But you can’t blossom to any other noses
Your honey on the tips of my finger reminds me of how much I’ve lingered away
So I shoot you an “I miss you text”
I have a fetish of keeping you a secret
Speaking from the perception of a narcissist
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