Every moment shared, every moment cared, every thought left unsaid, every dream about you in my bed, you're there. I can't get you out, you're trapped inside, forever sealed within my grasp, a slightly erotic gas, forever held between us. You eyes so bright, your hair, as of now, so light, your face so sweet, your voice a treat, how could I not? You mean a lot. This is my story, for you Mon Cher, my dearest enjoy, for I won't treat you like a toy.
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