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==================================================== Look back at the candle of your table Wine you sought for, was beside you Wait shrouded a need unveil the passion Calm storm to taste the words of ruby wine Nightmare seduced fragile dreams Seasons tried to unbutton dress Blouse of frightened night was opened Everything seemed praying in a fog of Myst, Decisions based on haunted whispers Equally important is innocent Palace Night and day follows moon and sun Where pen and paper collect fragmented sky Body marks are my Soul Smiles Nothing desired more than a desire Leaves ready to be sacrificed in Autumn Nature makes you feel the way she wants Spanking just for lust may be obsession I am more than a lunch and dinner for you I know your unsatiable hunger for me but I promise you more than a food and sweet dish Trusting me you found a priceless gem of Nirvana Pleasure garden of flesh is withered after the Spring Precious jewelry is kept safe in chest, not in exhibition And you give me ancient fragrance of classical flower Written by ~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
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Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 12:55 PM UTC
FRAGRANCE OF CLASSICAL FLOWER
==================================================== Look back at the candle of your table Wine you sought for, was beside you Wait shrouded a need unveil the passion Calm storm to taste the words of ruby wine Nightmare seduced fragile dreams Seasons tried to unbutton dress Blouse of frightened night was opened Everything seemed praying in a fog of Myst, Decisions based on haunted whispers Equally important is innocent Palace Night and day follows moon and sun Where pen and paper collect fragmented sky Body marks are my Soul Smiles Nothing desired more than a desire Leaves ready to be sacrificed in Autumn Nature makes you feel the way she wants Spanking just for lust may be obsession I am more than a lunch and dinner for you I know your unsatiable hunger for me but I promise you more than a food and sweet dish Trusting me you found a priceless gem of Nirvana Pleasure garden of flesh is withered after the Spring Precious jewelry is kept safe in chest, not in exhibition And you give me ancient fragrance of classical flower Written by ~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
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Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 12:55 PM UTC
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