It's the adoration of your lingering kiss where the yearning of your scent fills the air shallow nor deep bestill the howling wind like a midnight lustful dream beckons her to capture his soul Searching and yearning eager and clinging the hoot owls singing, tu-whit tu-whoo whilst the shadows lurk in the darkness bestills her heart Clinging to the withering heights admiration and
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