In my verses
I always carve your name
In laughter, prayers and sentences are sadistic
The one I set up to be a poem for you
You are far away
Listen to the whisper of my longing moans
The taste continues to vibrate
When the anger of love that you catapult
Bombard this heart
The rumble rumbled my soul
Wriggle but helpless
Due to the touch of your tender love
Until I have to lie in longing
I'm weak without you
Can not resist this yearning
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