Lifted

October 17, 2019

Like angel bestows life aura of gold.

The beats unfold me; heart left unknown.

Long her kiss bewail brings a sick, her touch addicts me; a rush upon thine lips.

I hold the stars her eyes beauty afar.

Venus capture a heart, cupid arrows from mars.

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