Not Illusion:
At the couch we intertwine
Mixing aroma with romance
The heavy knocked efface
As muteness make mockery of the moment
A still silent night stooped before her lower chamber
The veil was open
Fear blinked at me
But her eyes whisper, be calm, am not here to take advantage of you
As the moment of the top, bottom, and back lull
As my dreams drift into her spine
A naughty boy she hallowed
Keep dreaming, she echo,
Time will tell
The second dream will tell
awoh awoh
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