Like pillars of smoke
I am the night that is more sensitive than the day
Because of my silent men go to sleep
I'm wondering why were they sleeping
Are they really tired or are they they lazy
the spirit is willing but my fresh is weak
But my flesh is not weak to ride my woman all night
The last time I check,
I make her cum seven times before day break
As water covers the sea so as the illusion covers the eyes of the evil ones,
she let me dwell in the companions of her her love
Like a shadow in the daytime from the heat of our love making,
she said she will covert the storm to rain on me if I break her heart
I told her am sold for life I can't feel anything
love
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