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Destiny of Love So Divine
Drive me to the brink of madness, with kisses so fine. Ecstasy is not a drug for us, but life’s superior line. Sensuality, takes us on the road of temptations desire. Treasures of the heart bless us and start the fire. I am blind by the affection; you give so willingly. Now and forever, our lives bonded, delicately. Yes, it seems to true and so unreal, we have this thing. Our lives as well bound by the blessing of this ring. Favored by the heavens, I know, we are until the end. Listen to the pledge; I give to thee this day, I send. Only you my love can sweep my desire to pleasure. Visions of you came to me, dreams of measure. Every look, which you give to me, shows love divine. Sincere words that you say each day, makes me pine. Our passion is roaring with such answers, that quake. Driving us to the brink of madness, which we make, I await your presence, each night, as we prepare to sleep. Violent fevers of ardor set my body to quiver and weep. Individuality of ours does not exist, while together. Nature has flooded our souls, with both lace and leather. Excitedly, we both win, with destiny of love so divine.
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