My best friend,come with me.
Let us live our fantasy.
Let us fulfil each other pleasures.
My king,
I promise to always be there,
Just like Timon and pumbaa
Your heart, is mine and I will never leave your side.
My love
I won't judge you no matter what,
The door to the past is shut.
They say when one door closes,
A window is opened to smell the roses.
come with me,
I'll show you what its like to be free.
Let's express our love to the world.
The growth of this sensual feeling we share.
Is like platinum it never rust
Just hold my hands and see the world with my eyes.
Our love will never die.
No one can divide us.
For you are my king , my one and only Charming,
These feelings are alarming!

I can't believe I'm falling so hard,
Living on the other side of the earth .way more than a yard.
I'll be here just waiting for your embrace
When we meet face to face.
To feel safe from the world around,
And so we can finally be crowned!
We can walk side by side as King and Queen.

I'll always be your miss tea, your pumbaa and friend in need.
With you I'll always feel so valued.
Tea or queen, I don't care.
Call me anything, as long as I'm your baby.
If paradise is what your looking for, well I got it in me , as long as you are with me , my king.

Gasps escape the lungs,
Hands gripping sheets; toes curled up
Body tenses,
Electric fire spreads;
Hands let go, In an explosive moan

Shahrazad, dancer of the night
Behind the purple lattice of Persian screens
You dance to the rhythm of ancient music
Swirling in the mirth of frankincense
Spinning into the night.

I drink from the silver chalice of your smile
Seeing crescent moons reflected in your eyes,
The echoes of singing voices radiate the vision of desert nights
As I feel my passion flowing
A river of silver and gold melting into distant plateaus.

Desert enchantress,
Spinning your dance eternal in the lapis depths of evening's promise
I surrender now to your smile
Let me drown in the music of your dark eyes
Your seductive voice,
Leading me to misty moonscapes and ruined castle walls.

Shahrazad,
Swaying to the syncopating rhythms of drums and bells
Beneath a Persian moon
Drawing me to the magic of your spell.

In every one-word world, exotic spaces' gradual state of life proclaimed as a melon . As the urges to divide the pleasures of the infernal forth from the happiness which has closed in to the square-shaped restless less rolling boxes. And what the treat is if all of the souls from the cypress take the higher breaths of the shrew and belabor them unto the points of humanity, uncivilized humanity that is quite bountifully.

During this autumnal abscission where the alizarin and pallid arms and edges, crooked and afraid, steep in the sullied tatterdemalion and the mysophilia that emimart

You are an exotic fruit that I've yet to taste.