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Imagine the colorful roses and precious melody

When they encounter the smell of lust

And the high notes play when they become one

The flowers blossom and the sun grows



And at the peak of the elevation they turn

She expresses the feeling while the fire burns

And the bright red apple attracts them to know

The lava rises until the volcano erupts



His lips leave a trail of his essence

While his fingers trace her sharp edges

Their temperature blaze the mercury

She craves for the moment when the climax is present



I am the troubadour and this is the story of courtly love…