Love isn’t a mirror; it’s a passion.
It doesn’t come along for but a few
I know that if we are honest it will be,
Here we are not sure of any guarantee,
My love, your love we both know we cant disagree.
We move close, are hearts beat with desire,
As our bodies touch we know we can’t get higher.
Are lips met with sentuios desire,
The fever burns hot, hotter than fire.
Are bodies tremble,
Your love for mine
An endless feeling that will last for all time.
We both endure that first encounter for you and me.
Sexual endeavors come and go.
And I’m not sure why the world has brought us together,
But if we can be honest and true we will last forever.
EAST TO WEST.
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