8th: Oasis
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Your ravishing looks took my breath away, after you claimed mine as we sway.
I screamed while you bet on me,
as we amuse ourselves in the fire that grew free.
Oh, the alluring echos of our intimacy,
plagues me internally.
Concurrently, i yearn for myself who was once lost in your eyes,
while we voyage in the oasis of our paradise.
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