[THINE EYES]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS INTERLUDE...
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THINE EYES ARE LIKE WINDOWS INTO AN UNCERTAIN FUTURE... REFLECTIONS OF WE WEAVED INTO TIMES STREAM.
THY LIPS ARE THE FRUIT THAT SATES MANS THIRST AS HE WANDERS IN THE DESERT OF ROAMING ALONE AS THE BLAZING SUN RENDERS HIM DEHYDRATED AND DELIRIOUS.
WORDS THAT RAIN SO SOFTLY... DOWN...DOWN.
THY SMELL IS THAT OF LIFE ANEW AS SOLACE IS FOUND FROM EPIDERMIC STROKES THAT SHOCK THE SENSES SO EROTICALLY.
IN THE NETHER REGIONS OF THINE SPACE WHERE I KISS AT THY SKIN AND LIE IN THINE TREASURE... SO BOUNTIOUS INDEED.
MINE PRAYERS INCLUDE THEE AS WE RIDE INTO THE SETTING SUN OF ALL THESE LIVES... STROKES RIPPED FROM A PEN IN HONOR OF THINE EXISTENCE.
SWIRLING SENSATIONS THAT DIZZY WE IN REMEMBRANCE'S OF SATED RELEASE.
THINE EYES MY QUEEN...THINE EYES.
hamzahfaruq
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