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Favoured Frenzy
She is made of dessert sands,
Sugar fine and soft as hands
That vanish when you reach too near—
A sweetness touched, then disappeared.
Her smile? A caramel mirage,
A fleeting trace, a sweet collage
Of honeyed dreams and golden skies
That melt beneath your starving eyes.
Each word she speaks is candied air,
A spice that lingers, rich and rare.
You taste her once, then crave her more—
But she's not served, she's folklore lore.
She drifts like cinnamon on breeze,
A tease of warmth, a hush of ease.
You chase her trail through velvet heat,
But never find where longing meets.
She’s not for keeping, not for hands—
She’s made of silk and dessert sands.
Sugar fine and soft as hands
That vanish when you reach too near—
A sweetness touched, then disappeared.
Her smile? A caramel mirage,
A fleeting trace, a sweet collage
Of honeyed dreams and golden skies
That melt beneath your starving eyes.
Each word she speaks is candied air,
A spice that lingers, rich and rare.
You taste her once, then crave her more—
But she's not served, she's folklore lore.
She drifts like cinnamon on breeze,
A tease of warmth, a hush of ease.
You chase her trail through velvet heat,
But never find where longing meets.
She’s not for keeping, not for hands—
She’s made of silk and dessert sands.
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