Someday, my darling, I will bloom a ravishing bloom. Butterflies shall hold astound as my lavish colors wander dull skies. Fireflies will stand in awe as my luster illuminates the nights. Bees shall not discern me beside the rest of the blossom. I will bloom heavenly.
To have and to hold
My mind and my body
Are yours, Dear Sir,
To cherish and ravish.
Or have you forgotten?
I want you, so passionately you look deep into my soulful eyes, I want you ravenously, I want to pull the stars and the moon and give you my light, that illuminating light that comes within, I want to infinitely ravish your thought sense and time, and whisper laughters full of rain, sicken your senses with ***, wine and ******* whine and grind and gentle soft kisses ...
Just a lustful thought about her.
Let the melody ravish me, and may I never recover.
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