And brought colors to her black and white sketch
Filling it with the color of passion
He kissed every part of her
So deep that it touched her soul
He made love with her many times
Sucking all the pain out of her
He kissed her scars
Blooming the dead flowers inside her
Letting the four seasons in her
Making her wet in rain
He made imaginary love so many times
That it all seemed so real
He didn't want this dream to end
One more kiss and
She will be swayed by his passion.
Blooming the dead flowers inside her
Letting the four seasons in her
Making her wet in rain
He made imaginary love so many times
That it all seemed so real
He didn't want this dream to end
One more kiss and
She will be swayed by his passion.
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