Dark deep eyes of intence passion awaits my glance
Cold hands of tender touch
Draped curtains of silk, dance moon in the night for thee.
Nude; beneath the night sky, enchanted with the arms
We lather
like a legend of fear and war, you are my dragon and shall we fly fourth as one.
Indure
Two all walk with thee, together in our loneliness, and comfort shal not fall, when our blood flows
Insinc
Satanic romance, strong but and yet next to evil
Our charge will reign and hold to stone.
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