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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Simply like tea, expression so sweet. Love thee truly. Always be mine. Seeing through me, those cerulean eyes. Man of aristocracy. Love with dash of sass. See-through wine glass, luscious lips in sight. Temptations pass, turn off the light. Seeing into mine eyes, move a little closer. Embrace me, lips entwine. Laying interlace. As warm as tea, be good to me. Love me please. Relieve my plea. Seeing through to you, these forest eyes. Man of dignity, love with tint of emnity. Concealing tea cup, suave lips hidden behind. Desire slips, fall onto the couch. Seeing into thy eyes, coming a little closer. Kiss you, arms surrounding. Atop, music drops. Simply like wine, expression si rouge. Amour so fine. Always mine. Seeing through me, those green eyes. Man of royalty. Love with tinge of amity. Cup of delicacy, hidden lips. Lust strips, give into mine plight. Seeing into thine eyes, push a little closer. Hold me, unclothe thee. Interlocking. As cool as wine, do good for me. Love me passionately. Fill me with glee. Seeing through to you, these eyes of blue. Man of fancy, love with hint of chemistry. Crystal clear glass of wine, smooth lips behind. Passion takes hold, grips of mine hands. Seeing into thy eyes, move a little closer. Kiss you, legs entwine. Below, time slows.
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