The sultry night wind coils like chains, Binding you to my embrace. No escape allowed, Unspoken passions unfold.
Beheld by fervent gaze, caressed by hungry hands, Melting into primal essence. In the crucible of molten desire, Tulip blooms with pearlescent nectar. Bezlya Pisum SummerMotto, Bionic 2.1 series 149cm