Be it love as with angels, as touch by a feather milking the passion of a saint, as he spoke, I only want one to have my heart and take it and sore to the heavens, leaving me with one love to take with me
For I feel it deep this lust thing, aching in my pants, I dont want to be in the dsb club, so take me inside, inside deep, inside and let me feel your heart rubbing your brain for words to explain this right
And If by chance, we talk more then one syllable words, in the joining process, then I want you to whisper them in my ear or scream my name to the sky, and take me all the way home
Come see me in the morning
Let me touch you with my hands
My Ideal Person
CHIVALRY WILL NEVER DIE
AND WHERE ART THOU LOVE WHICH MAKES THE HEART PUMP WARMTH FOR CONVICTION OF THEE WHERE THE RIVERS GLOW HOLDS THE REFLECTION IN HER EYES AND THE GENTLE KISSES OF SHE MARK A NEW BEGINNINGS WITH THEE
AND WHERE ART THOU LOVE WHICH FILLS WITH PEACE AND TRANQUILLITY WHERE THE SUN RISES AND SETS ON HER FAIR SKIN AND WARM LIGHT KILLS THE HATE FOR ALL MANKIND WHEN I'M WITH THEE
I ASK OF THEE FOR THESE WHICH YOU HOLD NEAR TO THY TENDER BREAST I ASK OF THESE FROM YOU MY LOVE AND ARE SOULS CAN TRULY REST
I HAVE FOUND SUCH PEACE IT CAPTIVATES CURES AND CARESS THE TRUE MEANING OF PASSION AS I HOLD THY HAND AND HOLD THY HEAD NEARER THE ROMANCE IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN
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