Beneath the stars, I lift my gaze,
to witness forms that set ablaze.
Their warmth ignites my trembling chest,
a sacred fire, my soul confessed.
In silken curves, where dreams reside,
I lose all thought, in waves they glide.
Their velvet spell, a tender art,
commands the pulse within my heart.
Oh, how I burn, how I adore,
these holy mounds that I implore.
A love so pure, a ceaseless tune,
two gentle suns beneath the moon.
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May 30, 2026 at 2:30 AM UTC
Beneath the stars, I lift my gaze,
to witness forms that set ablaze.
Their warmth ignites my trembling chest,
a sacred fire, my soul confessed.
In silken curves, where dreams reside,
I lose all thought, in waves they glide.
Their velvet spell, a tender art,
commands the pulse within my heart.
Oh, how I burn, how I adore,
these holy mounds that I implore.
A love so pure, a ceaseless tune,
two gentle suns beneath the moon.
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