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Ai Ai


Ai The warmth of our embrace Soft lips Smooth skin Woven together Sparks to fireworks Whispering sweet nothing in my ear following the rhythm of the beat Inflaming the heat Touching my dark heart Pulling back Trying not to drown in the mass of he's sea waiting for someone who really loves me Who amores my Eris Thinks of me as Aphrodite And respect the Artemis in me Holding my inky heart The sky colored eyes Night hair And light complexion Stare at me noticing the distance A tweak of a smile And soft becomes rough with Passionate Affection The flames burn machines working in perfect harmony Clutching my Moor heart Sky meets Earth As fireworks burst One last kiss to clam the sensation And fade the music Sweet nothing to Beauitful something Hand and hand Knowing now that he Ai
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