Ablaze, the summer sun reveals rainbow-colored skies.
The dryad leads me to velvet meadows where the fawn waits by the lake which shines like quartz.
Amidst sandalwood, your scarlet lips ignited an aureate luster when pressed to mine.
A serenade swept the pine and palm trees as you took me to the highest level of ecstasy.
A fragrant breeze caressed the evening primrose as we swooned into oblivion.
Your breasts guided me like fire to the alabaster palace in the clouds.
I always dream of you.
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