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By the time you read this letter

The night goes by
Drop by drop...
On my chest..
Two worlds of your  lips dance
And Your  face held in my familiar palms
On my skin
getting fire of  your  skin
Your lips sow
Urban fairy tales...
My moist lips playing piano on  your
ribs ,  then   going deep
Echoing your moan
And to dance and play inside
of your  mystic rapture
again and  again..
To scatter seed for growing
Our fantasy of tales
By the time you read this letter
I’ll probably be gone
The night goes by
Drop by drop...
falling stars
in the throbbing blue..
drop by drop
Night goes by...

Echoing our melancholy songs




Written by taito-10
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