Stream of love
A stream of love flows from her tender touch,
The Queen of Charm, who means so very much.
Her figure calls me to a dream divine,
In her gaze, I lose myself, I’m thine.
Puella’s kiss, a sweet and endless spell,
In her embrace, I find my heaven’s well.
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