Love kissed my heart with a warm embrace the moment I saw your sweet angelic face, desire enveloped me, overwhelming every sensation with eager anticipation longing to be yours, my lips trembled nervously trying not to falter, as I speak the truth you imprinted upon my soul fiercely burning passionately that you were created just for me, my thoughts of you trickle way down deep overflowing with lust, and a hunger to be devoured all over by your touch, can you see within the expression of love so candidly written all over my face, as I gaze into your eyes truly mesmerized I am captivated by your warmth and grace, drunk in a stupor lost in a sea of emotions, growing weaker in your presence, falling deeper in the ocean of despair weary, fearful of the illusion of a love unrequited, I desperately hope in a future where our hearts will intertwine and our souls be united, infinitely your heart is my home, truthfully I profess the wisdom of the love in my heart, I confess with delight in my heart believing in the faith hoping eternally we will never be apart. ♥️
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