While my darling sweetly dreams... Kissing my sultry lips below the candle’s beam... Till your fingers drum on my body's rim Will Sunday ever end when the music dims?... Where passion's fruits are spreading seeds. Sweet, sweet... lullaby of virtues and sins, of moans, of groans of your manly spurt... Who doesn’t yearn for oaths? such love akin...❤
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