Death of Apalachicola Love
By: The Red Book of Love & Da - Lyricologist
I tip toe to you on hot coals of dying to taste your passion so come on and do me right. Tonight is the night to unbury our cast of dargah and go past the limitations of thirsty sex and G-string thongs and make love to the pattern of each others breath. Your Apalachicola love has swung open a door of I adore more than I realize through the limitation of my eyes. You wipe my tears of alone away every time you give me a smile that travels me miles to sleep next to you in our world of private casket. Any way you wanted me you know you can have it. I will savage to be your habit of suicide if we cant be each others habitat. Hyphens of endless punctuation is our thoughts of pure love conversation manipulation the way I am not a Duchess at this game but a crowned Queen to give you love beyond the wet dreams.
Be my team player and wrap your arms around me unify my womanly smell. Tongue kiss my lips in hale my possessed heart beats. Make love to the sounds as we where sexing in virgin sheets. Discreet our passion and close the death of our private casket. My back is reminiscing your touches creeping up my shoulders of please baby just please hold me next to your chest and lets play a game of I bet I would never let you go. I want to rub your head ball and let my grease of nourishments make love to stimulate your roots and let our passion grow. Be my afro King and lets full fill dreams. I love you like death of Apalachicola love. Yes its real taste the home made of my sweat vanilla ice creams.
If loving each other is a sin then may our souls be caste off into the pits of hell. May we be engulfed by the infuriating fires and forget heaven because you are my ultimate desire. Why must we dwell in the shadows like vampires?
What we share together is a beautiful thing, it should not be hidden.
No one on this earth should tell us that a love like ours is forbidden.
People disapprove because we don’t come from similar backgrounds and social classes. We should stop caring about what people think...
Come on my love tell them to start kissing our asses.
Those who judge us and brings ridicule are nothing more than ignorant fools.
Don’t give into the negativity, keep your head up and continue to maintain your cool. I am frustrated and angry that we have to spend our moments together as if they were our last. Why must our parents meddle in our affairs? They try to convince each of us that what we have is a thing of the past. Every time they try to break us up they only cause us more misery and despair. I am willing to sacrifice all that I have, my families inheritance to be in you presence. I have money but those material objects don’t mean a thing.
You are my pride and joy... happiness is all that you bring. Life without you is equivalent to a song that has no lyrics. I would be like a body that has no sprit. You are that missing piece that make me whole.
My love without you I have no soul.
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Originally Posted On Site: 2007-09-08 01:17:47
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