Cinnamon skin; Crimson air,
Eversummer's breath directs each shiver;
Ravish me in Kashmir's touch.
Enter and turn, unlock our soul release,
Envision the fate of the red sea.
O, the ecstacy only imagined of your lips,
What mysteries beheld behind our mirage?
Note: You are a shining golden god. Haha.
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