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I taste your velvet breath first
before kissing the amethyst shine of morn,
The love never belongs to lust,
but your beauty makes me reborn
So, I wake up from the grave of hell like...
a temptation of desperation
that takes you to a rollar-coaster ride...
& makes us both numbed with the pleasure of mid-night
I don`t know what you are; don`t even worry..
`bout your Emotional Deprivation,
but what all I care of is your desolation..
that I give to you through bittersweet sensation of unclothed-Relation...
when we`re lost into the lustful symphony belonged to communication
emerged inside the naked fathoms of cheap conversation
My destiny belongs to your bollock-naked destination
Every step that you take to walk upon my notorious heart
brings me a very sensual devastation of seduction with no anticipation of raged Adulteration
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