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Play me a symphony of love with your tongue. It doesn’t have to be romantic.

Ana Dee

Play me a symphony of love with your tongue. It doesn’t have to be romantic.
ANA DEE

Love Music Myself Play Romantic Sex Tongue
If this love is going to break me, at least make my suffering sweet. I want to know what you taste like in sweltering summer heat.
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Break Love Myself Suffering Summer Taste Yourself
The night is wine and we’re the stars.
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Night Relationship Stars Wine
I watch in silence as day turns to dusk as our love turns to dust.
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Love Myself Ourselves Silence
Tell me I’m your sweet thing so I can simmer in sweet dreams tonight.
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Dreams Fall In Love Myself Night Relationship
Static heart. Work of heart. Purify me with a dirty tongue.
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Heart Myself Romance Tongue Work
Rain over me. I’ll still set like the sun for you.
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Myself Rain Sun Yourself
You are a waterfall of a woman. It’s no wonder why you’re always ready to spill.
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Water Woman Wonder Yourself
Desperate for answers, I go searching in the stars. I ask them: on a scale of one to catastrophe, how beautiful would they say we are?
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Beautiful Deep Myself Search Stars
Understand my soul – it’s the only love language I care for you to know.
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Care Language Love Myself Soul Understand Yourself
I was on fire. You didn’t even hesitate stepping into the flames. After tonight I am certain all the neighbors know your name.
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Fire Myself Relationship Sex Sound Yourself
How can I be soft when tough love is all I ever known?
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Heart Broken Love Myself Soft Tough
Your lips land on mine like a delicate prayer but I can still taste my mistakes years later.
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Lips Mistake Myself Prayer Taste Yourself
You want to taste my ruby lips but fear they’ll leave a mark. Loving you is trespassing, forbidden access to an insecure heart.
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Fear Heart Insecurity Leaving Lips Myself Taste Yourself
Grasping for empty promises creating hazards in the dark. Leaving a mess we can’t clean up all in the name of love.
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Creation Darkness Empty Leaving Love Name Promise
If there’s still hope for the hopeless, there must be hope for us.
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Hope Love Relationship

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