This kind of Love, long embraces without the far fetched faces, Long nights in London, day dreaming about making love in Jamaica, Gold and Purple sheets, where the king and Queen meet, royalties surround the royalty surrounded by Gods Glory....heaven sent you are, your heavenly scent leaves behind the phony, only embraces the confident not corny...corporate thoughts, streetcar named love, bending all the corners humility so ferocious...yessssss that's a gold plated Lotus!
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