The Moon made us close;
Petals of rose,
Slight kiss of yours;
Farewell, blinding blue lights...
Air full of love,
Haze is above-
Sensual glove;
Asleep all these nights...
Luv, what should I do?
Playing with you,
Burning for sure,
Moaning, squeezing your hands;
The world for us,
Do what you must,
Moves like one’s last
But this never ends.
Just touch me right now,
Don’t think of how
To free my glow...
Rampaging, being yourself,
Throw all off
Striking like Jove,
Not being owe,
Just piercing with EVs...
So falling for this,
Every stage, kiss...
Dear, I missed.
Tenderness, dance is so free
Taking all night...
Love’s always right,
Even in fights;
Dreaming, let me be here...
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