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ARDOR !!!
Ardor...Intensity of love...Lustfulness a force deep within one self...Passionate fervour...Heatwave of torridity...Climate, humid drops of wet, thrust an introduce welcoming drive..Swaying is one's sexual desire...Blistering is the heatwave in the end of January...Only two lovers greedily share the meal of love...Of deep love, that never grows still...Avidity hunger of always wanting more. The moment of heat that forever burns one's heart. Treacherous is the trail to being sentenced...Treacherous is the trail to follow on a one sided love affair. Precarious is the path to peel from oneself...Precarious is the path of such piercing pain...Precarious of wanting, willing death. Pray form, pleading on bloody knees of this crippling enslavement of love/hate relationship.
Hoping there will be dark slumber commit & relive of oneself. Poignant is the dagger with the double edge blade. Stimulating sharply the nostalgia sadness of stormy memories...Sick pleasing present of his monstrous self mocking ways...Swollen, chocking, solid hole...Bitter is the tongues that speak freely of such tall tales of falsehoods...Once About A Time, read & memorized...The flow of lines of lies...The flow of B.S. & the air of buzzing flies...Decay of love...Death you rest of none, knowing it's done. Flow of red wine to camouflage vision of blurry day dreams of night. Restless transitory of such temporary souls, tending to pass away and not hold the beauty of passionate "LOVE ARDOR !!!"...Simply...Ambiguity, clearly a heart can see.
Hoping there will be dark slumber commit & relive of oneself. Poignant is the dagger with the double edge blade. Stimulating sharply the nostalgia sadness of stormy memories...Sick pleasing present of his monstrous self mocking ways...Swollen, chocking, solid hole...Bitter is the tongues that speak freely of such tall tales of falsehoods...Once About A Time, read & memorized...The flow of lines of lies...The flow of B.S. & the air of buzzing flies...Decay of love...Death you rest of none, knowing it's done. Flow of red wine to camouflage vision of blurry day dreams of night. Restless transitory of such temporary souls, tending to pass away and not hold the beauty of passionate "LOVE ARDOR !!!"...Simply...Ambiguity, clearly a heart can see.
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