Just gratify to dally my fine hair, my beloved— like what you constantly do whensoever our beacon is impuissant, and milliue are aglid.

Please, emplace pillow, rear of mazzard, my beloved— thus, I perceive your mint eyes, and lollapalooza lips that I salivate to buss, continually.

The dachshund trio clock strikes twelve, and thy voice I gain; that serves as a luminary in gloomy welkin, and agin hostile cogitations, start to chant you scribbled for me, whenever we were about to slumber.

I may n't bring you these for my lips can't open to enunciate and chime those amiable blandishments, again— but for the last moment I'm descrying you—

Kiss me and my facade, ascend the cloak to my chest and tell, "Have a good sleep." as if I would refreshen in the reveille of the next memoir— right beside you, my love.

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@Biggie posted 4 years ago

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