Time was the word of my war, oh sweet honey of my soul, it was the lover who carried my heart high in my world,πŸ’šπŸ’«

It was my heaven’s feeling of the beauty that tasted this heart honey in the heartbeat.πŸ’«πŸ’«

Every lover’s heart has different honey in its honeycomb, I’m intoxicated with the taste of that beauty, my beautiful angel,πŸ’žπŸ’–

One finger for the sake of honey, longing for your face, if a lip tastes our honey, heaven forgets heaven.πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

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