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Lunar sash love
Wrap me with your lunar sash love,
show me how the twinkling stars are like,
undress me,
strip my lingerie down,
so I can bare myself to you,
and only you...
my lover.
Your angelic manner seems to intensify,
my inner desires and flames deep within,
my fragrant heartbeat calls you,
to wrap yourself with me tonight.
I'll look up to the stars,
and whisper my wishes for one day it shall come true,
I don't think I'll sleep tonight,
I'm wide awake,
for your touch makes me come alive.
You're my pillow,
I'm your bed who seems to keep you in a lullaby,
my sweet love,
who dares to sleep,
when the night is too young to rest,
these white cotton sheets are in need to play with.
I'm falling hard every day,
every night when you kiss me,
with such gentle-ness and such unique flame of yours,
your like prince charming with a hint of toxicity.
Your poison is your love,
the one I crave,
the thing that makes me stay with you,
because I know you love me just as much.
I'm always dreaming of taking you to bed,
because I really need to feel you,
to want you this much,
you have no idea how badly you make me crazy,
just to ride you tonight.
Well, so this is our lunar sash love,
keeping us together like we're meant to,
I really love you,
I want you to stay,
I don't ever want you to leave,
because as like the stars up above,
I'll be a fallen star and crash,
burning away the flame I once had,
and I'm no longer alive,
and you'll be the one to put me out.
Stay with me tonight,
and I'll make you feel all better,
with my strawberry sundae sweets,
I'll make sure you'll love what I'll do to you.
My sweet Lunar sash love....
Published 14th Dec 2015
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14th Dec 2015 4:44am
Immediately please check this as true or false all math :- does there exists a number which is never THE root of any arbitrary polynomial p (z) over T , the set of transcendental numbers .? (Pls for the passion of cometrue footfetish& deadly sexology ).
14th Dec 2015 10:13pm
"You're my pillow I'm your bed who seems to keep you in a lullaby"
Beautifully said....I enjoyed this...such pillow soft passion...it was a very sweet and deeply loving piece...enjoyed reading
Beautifully said....I enjoyed this...such pillow soft passion...it was a very sweet and deeply loving piece...enjoyed reading
15th Dec 2015 5:15am
Thank you so much for the review! :) i'm glad you enjoyed reading this :)
