Bury my passions in your sanctity So that my Glory exceeds

The Couture’s quenching abilities,

tame my heart, place my future in the hands of your bliss

kiss me as if,

the succulent dessert enchanting me is clearing my inhibitions,

bearing the reign of every mercy,

compliment me, so that when the matchless appraisal

captured in the Sun’s dawning embrace comes,

it relays the supple perfection only divinity can sprout,

and compares to my love,

oh adorn me, my sweet

and keep the hour still

for time has paused and is letting our temptations escape,

administer all the pleasantries that hide, and run with me through the waves that seek

to be cured, confine me to your endless rhythm of beauty,

I am a mute compared to your luring kaleidoscope of Trust

Lewd me with your doctrine of hope

And show me the wheel of virtues that cling to you,

So that I may thrust my passions through

The doorway of innocence and tell me I’m always yours

The beat of my heart complies with every tear that unfolds the mysteries,

I long for.

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