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Sir Lanka and Love
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Love Sweet land of love, sweet suger and spices in the air,
What wonders do you bring? For that far away place..
You bring Aphorisms of Love, for the deeps of Sir Lanka
Your smell, I wish to smell your desire, you clothing, your
pleasures, I can smell your flesh that comes near me,
what wonderful smells of herbs and spices, what sweet
thoughts and mind you have, when will I see you, smell
you, taste your every bone, body part and flesh?
When will I taste your wonderful penis, your colorful
brown skin, your hot words. I desire no one else, but
your body and mind, that tango's around my thoughts...
Feel me, touch me, hold me into your arms under
the sleepless stars, touch my sweet breast with your
heavy dark hands, grab my back as you enjoy endless
pleasure, we look into the montians gazing at what
god has gaven us...what pleasures we desire, what
moment of truth we hold, what wishes is granted at this
moment....
Quite wispers of us talking is heard trew the mighty
jungle like two birds singing a soft child to sleep, we
grace each other, with hopes and of self control, and
finaly our minds is one, our hearts are pounding, our
eyes are trapped, we have no control over our selfs,
we are now vitctums of our love, the lust we stored,
the feeling we shared, our bodies tempature is now going up,
as we touch each other in away of lustful fleash, we are one
with Sir Lanka, we are one with god...
