Observing the detailed lines of my curves, eyes and lips; he touched my soul in all its tainted glory. Passion is like the rhythm we tune in as we danced away to an ****** beat; Burned with flame, seeking home and romance in each other's company. Lost in an ecstasy Shunned away from reality.
We woke To stardust in ourn crevice With flakes of joy on the tip's Of ourn still sleepy nose I feeleth thine soul. So warmly good As the quilt upon us. Stitched in by love Giveth us a hug, As we giveth one back.... Pillows plush fluffy The day's anew, To these words I heareth by thee... Kiss me, mine pet!!!! I got red and smiled wide. Knowing being with her, Shalt be the rest of mine life's......... And many more divine!!!! Oh, How this feeleth so right....
Her chatoyant cat's view's art check-rows, wherein cheribum run Therapeutic is her coalesce, when me and her art in caress, love Antelucan passionance ensues, anthem to mine muse, elsa-grace. Costume's to be festive, the crowd gathers us interested, in amour
She felleth through the milky way galaxy, unearthed by humans She was In a capsule of alien breed, wearing cupid attire tunic As I'm just a felon, I hadst to keepeth mine head hung down low Because if they captured me, they'd capture the queen, so I told the king take mine head to SAVETH her soul... .
Mi amour' Is mine rose Mine rose without the thorns....... Soo beautifully dost she reflecteth her pedals.. Mi amour', Mine beauty for the day... Mine rose on display...? How it's thee mine rose, That giveth me so much hope!!!!
Seraphic art her ways Displayed on heaven's fountain Drinking wine from her lonesome cave I shalt abide with her in her solace.
Sidereal she's in reverence toward's her white-out orb A woman, not a girl, just passing through to explore the tour's. Distress she weareth upon her chest, as her hope dost dwindle I shalt shake her and taketh her, wherein mine arms a fire kindles...
In the astrology set agora Wherein mine agra doth rest The backwoods to her cache Is a peaceful gentle nest.
She's a cad of angelic estancia I espy her espirit fandango Her lace strand's floweth wildly Fantasia of mine melody, extra terrestrial fangled.
Mine Gage I handeth her, to not leaveth her side An agala we shalt maketh romance, whilst gaiety is in her eyes A Jardiniere to hold her tears, when Jasper's do cometh around Jarrah to fill ourn kava diligence, diluvial amare is it's sound.
No blunder head's to separate us Just Bluebell's blush To admire mine belle of a lamb Her bema shalt be raised, when its me who is her man.
Ourn belvedere casa, ourn terrace to overlook This is ourn story, not a tale of fools and crook's The cover of ourn book, shalt we be entwined Right inside the pages, of every lonesome lover's mind.