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I am searching in space...
I am searching in space...
My sensuality and emotional moments
but space is empty ...
To keep the mark of hot molten temptation
Have you feel me like fever ?
Are you feeling me in your fever ?
like the warmth inside of your desires
Lips are getting touched with our fever
pulling our desires closer to each other’s heat
This heat treatment will cure all our ailing
And I am drawn to you...
your poetic lust,
moaning delicately,
into my urges
my spirit can hear,
your thoughts,
Your arousal and your emotion,
and i am taking you on the tip of the rock
Taking your
body, heart, and soul.
And setting the fire within,
And burning your lust
Smelling the moist sense
And every piece of your moisture
Until
all is spent, nothing is left,
to absorb and feel to do it again...
with sudden kiss on Your feet
and searching our place of meditation
in the empty space
again.
My sensuality and emotional moments
but space is empty ...
To keep the mark of hot molten temptation
Have you feel me like fever ?
Are you feeling me in your fever ?
like the warmth inside of your desires
Lips are getting touched with our fever
pulling our desires closer to each other’s heat
This heat treatment will cure all our ailing
And I am drawn to you...
your poetic lust,
moaning delicately,
into my urges
my spirit can hear,
your thoughts,
Your arousal and your emotion,
and i am taking you on the tip of the rock
Taking your
body, heart, and soul.
And setting the fire within,
And burning your lust
Smelling the moist sense
And every piece of your moisture
Until
all is spent, nothing is left,
to absorb and feel to do it again...
with sudden kiss on Your feet
and searching our place of meditation
in the empty space
again.
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