My First Sweet Poetry
My darling why you are rare In the rareist of blooms, my heart’s in seasons awaiting the sweet smells perfumes of your beauties.
I shall Inhale I can taste my desire simple hints of such I admire starts passions of your beauty makes the raging blood of mine boil. I now foucus upon one’s own life I ask for much more racing roses In such passions makes a strong Alpha weak to simple ponder your beauty masks my masculinity wi persuasiveness such to adore only roses of my temptations with sweet air te pufume of arouma arouses my every sences awakening beasts of a mans devilish seekings unfulfilled at a gaze of desires my admiration of such a pleasure is not of mine but I hold such with questions no anticipation is in site upon your beauty the rose is graced with shadows at times of no desire passion rearranges…
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