Floating on clouds, lost in memories. Your sweet essence, though absent, fills my world with a blissful haze. Dreaming of you, my love. ☁️
☁️ Dreaming of You, My Love: Pure Blissful Haze
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| A phantom touch that never leaves my heart, pulling your essence ever so near. The world fades out as every memory becomes a vivid whisper. Floating on cloud nine, dreaming of you. ✨ |
The Gentle Torment of Memories That Kill Me Softly
Dreaming of you, my love
Hey 👋
You are killing me softly
With honey of pleasurable
Sweetness without your presence around
With just a slight of reminiscing about the
Time we spent together
Have me floating around on
Cloud of pure, blissful haze.
My thoughts of you, a gentle torment, sweet,
a rhythm in my heart, a vibrant beat.
I trace your smile in the air, a silent art,
a phantom touch that never leaves my heart.
The world fades out, a distant,
blurry hum, as every memory of us becomes
a vivid whisper, tender and so clear,
pulling your essence ever so near.
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| Have a floating cloud 🌥 around on cloud nine and back |
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