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My Beloved...
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Your burning heart and passionate soul
Make me melt in winter\'s cold;
My liquid body flows thy\'s bowl,
The holy grail of love unfold...
Golden hair as soft as wool,
Takes my mind from all that\'s cruel;
Touching it I feel so warm
Warm desire, stainin\' thorn...
Red soft lips entrap my own
Making sadness elsewhere flown;
Long wet touch that feels like silk,
Feeding me as much as milk.
Two long young and delicate hands,
Touching like the spring\'s sweet winds;
Make me feel like a young king,
King of Darkness in life\'s ring...
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