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My love is powerful like a Roman's Shield Brutal weapons of lust i won't Conceal Magestic beauty impels my emotions like Spears My senses become dull when your so Near Incoherent are my words because it's Hard to speak Playing our bodies like instruments dancing heart beats You call me a God because kings rarely Measure A pronounced but ofcourse a seldom Pleasure Love is living and pain buried away Like dust Gently silence of the world as passion enfolds us

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