i'm not perfect to love's art ... nor not a playful man ... i'm just a serious... if you really are ... to show you the love's art... as the feelings which i have... to make you completely melt ... through fires within mine... til you dive with no choice to me... to get the pleasure that you seek for....
i'm a perfect... but i'm so true ... i'm the lover of you.... who always dream about you... could i have your lips... or one at least .. to write my history at them... to write them as a poem... my poems which it always about you... til i lose away between your lips... to keep living there... my all days ... and coming years... as i lived at them ... many years ago...
yes sweetheart... i need you now,,, need your lips... need within you and your lips.. my all poem's nights... to live with you all my life...
sweetheart... grant me your lips now.... or give one at least ... to kiss them much as your desires... grant me your warm ******* now ... or give one at least ... to **** tenderness from you.... as much the love which i hold for you...
grant me your lips sweetheart... to grant you all my life...