Marakesh. Battery (№ 240906)

My smoky voice
Your warm lips.
We like to freeze,
We don't like clubs.
Of course, I'm sure
Take my heart.
It will last for a long time,
To warm you up.
Dissatisfied with passers-by,
We wear bright colors.
I would have given them in the face
But not just now.
I am hopeless
You're all dressed up.
Perfect Lodge,
Empty ceremonial.