Oh you, who is made of stardust...

Oh you, who is made of stardust…

Oh you, with eyes like fire
burning blushes upon my cheeks
sprinkle me with desire
carry me away like a raging river
lift me high upto the sky
so your stars may kiss my skin
Shhh, let me drown
in the moans from your lips
caress me soft with fingertips
blazing from desire
Sprinkle me with your fire
Oh you, who is made of stardust

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