Even my soul is solely intending to love,
I can’t compel the feelings that makes me compassionate,
- that makes my legs spread apart,
My body is religiously thirst for your thrust,
My Divinity is waiting for your worship,
Your lip has me shivering,
A mixture of excitement and pleasure,
I can’t wait for your meat to path a way in me,
When your rod meet my sea and greet,
the magic is religious,
the myth is invisible,
Because magical is not logical.
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