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I shall escort you to a magical place,

carpet as your soft skin it resembles,

the heavens understand,

the glowing sphere with my call it dims,

would adore

for your presence to rest on my shoulders,

as the breeze touches our skin,

you can utter all the things,

invite me to rest beside your skin,

I shall listen to your dreams,

shall listen to your illusions,

all the words out of your tempting lips,

if it was the forbidden apple,

god damn me please,

let me stretch your arms across the sands,

gifting your heart

with words of passion and illusions,

utter soft sweet tunes for our souls

to enlighten with joy,

I shall be the ear to your angelic voice,

I shall listen with all the silence of the universe,

my eyes will lock on those two sparkling spheres

I see,

as if where no more left,

let me be a witness of the beauty of your presence,

let me witness a magical rose begin to form,

with the pedals of the form your body resembles

let me absorb your skin,

five senses robbing a fraction of your body,

and another six to reincarnate your being,

beneath this glowing sphere,

the feeling of stars mutating,

each bright star becoming a unique rose,

for I would desire to hand you a dozen of stars,

I shall beg for your presence not to let the sunrise,

nor the sunset,

simply I wish for my essence

to be locked with yours