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My baby, how you are my, my sun, my moon, and how I could do this here for hours and hours. Whispering midnight showers as I simply devour, spitting flames of pure intellect. Dissecting your retrograded retrospect, left hand gripping your hair, right hand on the back of your neck, soft kisses, disarming the ticking time bomb in the midst of your soul. But Big Ben ain't done yet. I said I could do this for hours. Champagne showers of love made on days filled with bleed. Just you and me, eyes locked on eternity. I could love you for hours. Make love to you for hours, no eternities. It's my turn. You see, he played a fool, leaving you in the rain. Forcing me to protect you from his toxic rain, baby. could protect you for hours. Love you and then love you a little more. His dreadful reign no longer pours. Aphrodite. Aphrodite's guide.