As the first drop of sunlight falls on your creamy thighs, I follow the rays of the sun the entire morn, until it hits your dreamy eyes. And as the heat makes you frown a little, I quickly shut the blinds down a little. As I can't risk you waking up this time around. As I want you to move on, live by yourself without my presence, without my soul, without my sound. I will be here tomorrow again from the land of the spirits, and will watch you from the shadows, admiring your beauty.

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