A Tight Leg In My Noon.
A tight leg in my noon.
A might dune in her kissing rain and kids.
She seduces her fist or ink till we knew not hem or bite.
A light if her hemp wrote he out of her heart.
Her love becomes a beating edged famine.
Etched like her steep. Eat lies like her mine.
Her night of her fright knows manners or lie.
A beak telling me to die. A lie healing me to hemp.
A sight telling me to study. A first love begins.
Sunidhi
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A love in her sadness.
An obese love is a making of deep.
A love darling, darling of her mane.
A sight darling,don't you dare babe.
A fight for her love is only her tell.
Her love is like a lover trope altogether.
Her fist is like a loop of light years ahead.
Her beauty is a bane to existing deity sights.
A babe of her love, only her babe. A lover.
A loned love like her mane. A light love like her lie.
A mouth of hers only to taste. Only her babe.
Only you babe. Only her. Babe. She is.
Sunidhi
She yells in his ear bite. A marred hem on his nite.
His loves hear not his dime might. A dealing drops in his hem chair of her bale.
He sees love as a jealous girl whose earring fell.
A lover loves not but smites and bites till den.
A dweeling is a love rolling in his house of her.
He is a coat dealing dime not her mouse.
Her love dies in his hem darkly in the July seduces june over again. A ceiling shatters like my device.
A month is her captcha love bite into sent loom light. A power. And a glory is me.
A height conquers a moon-night into my lie of her abuse. He sparks a speak through me.
Sunidhi
A ridge tells his story. He is her to the tomb sitting .
He weaves me like her sap. His lie is her due satiate.
He rests on me his movie. A soap is a seeker of his mid.
He loops in me a sand. A light is seeker sane.
He dies in me a God.A God is a lonelier world.
A might Devil in his.He aights a love leaper moon of soil.
A lie of his tell. He sows a rope amount of his hedge in her.
A dot. A dot. To tell. He heaves tell.
A lie tell. A hoop. A moon.He holds sight.
A heaven of her only moon. He grapples moon.
She was loved and his breath seemed fun.
He was God of her poet. His God drinks his doll.
Overpowering is a lie as he satiates. His might loves his. A lovingly tells his.
He soaps. He writes over her a moon. A teller.
A tell. A tide. A tomb. A mine. A hectic.A God of his own great.
He loves. He lones. He sights. He sees. He draws.
Sunidhi
Beauty translates to love,
because it in itself is a lie.
A love like beauty of her,
is a delicacy of the eyes and heart.
A might she has is of the heart,
beauty being a manifestation of hers.
Beauty is her.