This pleasure what do I owe?
The Best of creation what do I show?
The emotional coast that leave marks like French toast !
So hot n scorching even roast the smooth skin.
To such love I've a job.
Such passion n bliss I'd be robbed.
oh how pain the aching heart throb.
Turn the nob unlock the door to the purest of heart.
Forever shall we never part.
I welcome this bless beginning dearest love angel sent from above.
The _Artist
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