Red Cloud In A Heart Shape

Joined hands in bed being intimate fuel fires of continuation

Selected her, potential blossoming, I’m still an avid believer

When I’m awake it is her, when I’m sleeping she’s my pillow with those sexy pillows

Her eyes speak to me louder than summer thunderstorms witnessed from a porch

Oh the shipments of love reserved for her are lifetime amounts

I’ll show her real love, love forgotten or thought to be extinct thrives in me

Have another taste, then another

I’m overflowing with joy and there’s plenty.

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