His hairs have a dusty shine like the burning sand in a hot desert,
His smile is like the sweetest form of dessert,
His lips taste like the water at 3 a.m,
His touch feels like blowing wind at the top of the scorching sun,
His voice touches my ears like the Ranunculus flower,
His warmth is as appealing as a shadow under a tree.
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