My Ella
Come to me my Ella.
Come as you are. Naked. With your flaws.
Leave your pain, worry and shame behind.
Let us fly above the hills and mountains. Beyond the seven seas.
To a plane far, far beyond pain, where no man can reach.
And there we shall get lost in our fluids of passion.
And look down at these mortal souls, striving for nothing!
Come my Ella.
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