I will allow only My lord to possess my sacred Lotus pond, and every night You can make blossom in me Flowers of fire. A touch, soft and tender. A whisper, full of desire A gasp of sweet surrender As passion fuels the fire No words spoken between them No promises to be kept No lies being told tonight No looking back â no regrets Longing to hold each other Such precious little time Both vowed to another –
SunnyLeone69
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