I possess an illness,
an addiction to your drug.
A sip of rose wine
and conversation intoxicates me,
and I am left craving
the petals of your rose.
Symptoms of loneliness
and the longing for you,
I have no regrets
for my addiction to you.
Your beauty is thus a drug!
Let’s impregnate this idea of us!
Oh, Daniel… yes! yes! yes! Just like that. Don’t stop.
I have no regrets for your addiction either