Quench the soul of the passion that consumes it inside

There are nights when the moon becomes my accomplice,
Of my nights of torment,
Of my fiery nights,
Of my restless nights,
Of my nights where I forget my stink,
And I let loose my cravings...
There are nights when the moon blushes,
When she sees me walking anxious,
When there's no one who can calm my longing,
When I put on a red lace,
Sometimes a baby doll black
Sometimes something so small...
How hard it is for the night to hide my charms...
There are nights when the moon is also restless,
And that's when it becomes part of my exhales,
When he looks at me squeezing my breasts,
How I play with my buttons...
How do I squeeze them...
Figuring it's your mouth...
And let's not talk about my sanctuary...
When my passion gushes out of my lips,
Waiting to feel the yokes in my fingers...
To touch the sky with a sigh...
There are nights that even the moon waits for me...
Because he has become my accomplice...
He has also learned to feel pleasure,
Because he's noticed....
That every night you see me surrender,
How I get lost in my passion...
She shines so much brighter,
She manages to shine beyond where the sun does,
And he liked that,
So much so that sometimes she strips herself at night...
There are nights when the moon and I... we are one...
In sighs and groans,
In sweaty bodies,
And breaths that are intertwined,
Between groans and sighs,
Between feelings that cannot be hidden,
And wishes waiting for you to calm down...
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The Eternal Love.
King & A (April 22, 2026)
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