It very odd time to look at the picture of a woman...at this hour.
But I see yours.
A beauty that shines crossing thousand miles...making me drawn towards you.
Like a moth towards fire...
Knowing well I will be burnt in your desire.
I yearn for you...to touch your elegance.
To smell your fragrance...to taste your essence.
Colour me my lady with your tanned soft skin.
Immerse me in those dark brown ocean.
Let me make love under the stars as your heart beats next to mine.
When my infatuation blushes to love in your enticing wine.
In this unearthly hour.
I see yours...potrait...naked.
But I see yours.
A beauty that shines crossing thousand miles...making me drawn towards you.
Like a moth towards fire...
Knowing well I will be burnt in your desire.
I yearn for you...to touch your elegance.
To smell your fragrance...to taste your essence.
Colour me my lady with your tanned soft skin.
Immerse me in those dark brown ocean.
Let me make love under the stars as your heart beats next to mine.
When my infatuation blushes to love in your enticing wine.
In this unearthly hour.
I see yours...potrait...naked.
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