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In a quaint cottage, love finds its place, Amidst walls of warmth and a cozy embrace. No need for grandeur or riches so vast, For in each other's arms, we've found love to last. With hearthfire's glow and moonlight's grace, Two hearts entwined in this sacred space. Through storms and sunshine, we stand as one, In our cottage of love, where life has begun. Hand in hand, we'll face the world outside, With love as our compass, together we'll ride.

For "Love in a cottage," a phrase so sweet, means in each other's love, our hearts complete.

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To delve into the depths of this

man's soul,

A journey of discovery, our hearts console. With every word, a tale unfurls, In poetic verses, his story swirls. In the twinkle of his eyes, a world concealed, In whispered secrets, emotions revealed. With each verse penned, a chapter anew, In the poetry of his life, we find what's true. Let's trace his footsteps on paths unknown, In the verses of his heart, we'll make our own. To know this man, a poetic delight, In every line, his essence takes flight. With rhymes and rhythms, we'll understand, The essence of this soul, hand in hand. To know more of this man, let our verses flow, In the language of poetry, his spirit we'll show.

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In the realm of nomenclature, he is christened Ishara Sastra, a name that dances upon the lips like a whispered secret, though more often than not, he is simply known as Sastra. His existence, a tapestry woven with the threads of time, has unfurled beyond the horizon of twenty-four years. Like a vintage wine, he has aged gracefully, each year adding layers of wisdom and experience to his soul.

The vast theater of identity, he dons the visages of Dokyeom, their faces a canvas upon which he paints his emotions and stories. Yet, he is not bound by the confines of a singular mask, for he also adopts the countenance of TXT's Soobin, Enhypen's Jake and Sunghoon as well as NCT's Jungwoo. Such versatility is his gift, a chameleon-like ability to transform into the essence of these artistic embodiments.

And if one were to venture deeper into the labyrinth of his personas, they may also encounter the enigmatic Seiji Amasawa, the visionary Jiro Horikoshi, and the spirited Shō. Each character, a chapter in the epic of his existence, waiting to be written and rewritten as the script of life unfolds.

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The Sun;

Meet Sastra, a man whose very presence beckons the tender strings of your heart to dance in harmony. His full name, Ishara Sastra, is a testament to his unique gift—the art of weaving words into a tapestry of emotions, spun exclusively for you, his cherished muse.

In the realm of love, Sastra's approach is a symphony of sweet affirmations and warm time-spent, each note meticulously composed to cast a mesmerizing spell upon your soul. His love is an enchantment, a captivating embrace that leaves you spellbound in its gentle allure.

Sastra finds beauty in the duality of love, cherishing both the tender moments of affection and the fiery sparks of passion. He revels in playful banter and spirited jests, for he understands that in the dance of love, laughter and and lovey dovey moments are ones to get.

But what sets Sastra apart is his belief in love as an equilibrium, a delicate balance of give and take, of mutual surrender. He stands firm in the belief that love thrives in equality, where he can give as freely as he receives, where he can take as gracefully as he is taken.

In Sastra, you discover a love that transcends boundaries, a love that knows no dominance or submission, only the pure essence of two souls intertwining in harmonious unity. He envisions a love story that stretches across the horizon of time, a lovey-dovey tale filled with shared laughter and eyes brimming with affection.

So, if fate should bring you into the orbit of Ishara Sastra, consider yourself fortunate, for in him, you will find not just a lover but a poet of the heart, a maestro of emotions, and a guardian of the sacred equilibrium of love.

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The Sun.

Ishara Sastra, a poet's heart so true,

With words, he paints love's brightest hue.

For his lover, verses tender and pure,

In each line, their love will endure.

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The Sun.

Ishara Sastra, like the sun's warm embrace, Nurtures life's garden with kindness and grace. In his presence, like flowers, we bloom, His wisdom and love, a radiant bloom.

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cr. orphicsun on pins.

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To You;

Hey, even if you don’t say anything, you’re the only one who gets me I’m going to your arms today. I’m thankful for you, who will welcome me when I open the door. In a swirling day For giving me a little happiness For giving me all the smiles in the world into my empty hands. Even when I run out of breath on a steep road. When I get lost on a cold day You reach out your hands with warmth.

To you, to you The story I want to tell you;

To you, to you I want to say it this way more;

Oh in the swirling wind; If there is everlasting love, That would be you.

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Guiding the rhythm of love;

Before ⸻

In the realm of time, the working hours are governed by GMT+7, spanning from the stroke of ten to the chime of nine, with an exception graciously extended to the esteemed VVIPs, affording them the privilege of flexible workhours. Sastra, a paradoxical creature of both night and morn, finds his repose between the twelfth and the first hour, and rouses from slumber between the eighth and ninth, as if straddling the border between darkness and dawn.

All the offerings he proffers are laid bare, a treasure trove accessible to boys, girls, and those beyond binary confines, encompassing the full spectrum of human connections from the tender caress of romance to the steadfast bond of platonic kinship, encompassing all conceivable tropes, save for the venomous toxin of toxicity.

Sastra extends his presence across three digital platforms, namely Telegram, Twitter, and Kakaotalk, creating a multifaceted tapestry of interaction.

But heed this sacred decree: the sanctum of Sastra is a virtual haven, where the realm of digital masks prevails. Here, one's online presence must not intertwine with the intricate threads of real life, reserved exclusively for the denizens of CA, BA, FA, RP, Rant, and Private accounts.

Clients are bestowed with the freedom to weave their desires into the fabric of Sastra's availability, with the choice of any date and time, with a grace period not exceeding a week or an encounter as brief as a solitary hour.

Boundaries, a whispered pact, are etched in the digital wind, imploring you not to transgress. Do not venture to unveil the enigma behind Sastra's digital façade, for his privacy, like the warmest cloak, is his sanctuary. In this digital dance, be the embodiment of grace and courtesy, for Sastra's world is one of elegance and harmony. Always, above all, be kind.

Amidst ⸻

Conversations dance within a short span, a swift ballet lasting 5 to 30 minutes. Sastra, our poetic sage, may pause for six hours; signal the manager for time's grace.

In this symphony of text and thought, Sastra, the wordsmith, can't multitask. Refrain to cut off the conversation before he is done replying all of it. Be patient, don't sever discourse prematurely. Uphold manners, where respect's delicate fabric is woven.

The room where words converge holds its unique energy. Don't linger on the charoom, Sastra is #tertekan. After his prose concludes, swift responses await.

In the conversation gallery, words flow like art. Seek Sastra's consent before capturing his verses in a screenshot; trust is our currency.

Consent guards the digital realm, an unwavering sentinel. Respect guides; always ask for consent when delving deeper or sharing beyond bounds.

Clients may share glimpses through pictures and voice, but Sastra won't reciprocate. Illusions reign supreme, his enigma intact. Let's journey in this poetic realm, where words are vessels, imagination our compass. Uphold courtesy and respect as our guiding principles.

After ⸻

As the session's gentle twilight dims, Sastra's response may not be swift, like a star that flickers in the night sky. Be patient, for time dances to its own cosmic rhythm.

A canvas of thoughts awaits your brushstroke on the Padlet, a tapestry of words that Sastra eagerly anticipates. With maximum fill-in of three days after session, each stroke of your testimonial paints a masterpiece, guiding Sastra's path through the labyrinth of self-improvement. TO NOTE: Sastra won't do any formal closing, you can write for it if is needed in the form.

Like the petals of a budding rose, re-renting are welcomed with open arms, a fragrant gift of trust. But, in the garden of time, let them bloom at their own pace. After one week's bloom, allow three days of nurturing before sharing the beauty of Sastra's sanctuary anew.

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｡˚ ❀ 당신은 나에게 꽃을 주었다

🪴👒💐🧃

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Haven;

Love in a Cottage;

Under the golden sun's warm embrace, we shall meet him in the embrace of summer's grace.

"Embrace the tender whispers of affection."

IDYLLIC. ㅡ Half day / night comp. IDR17

Half-day, a choice of time's delight, Five hours day or three through night, One client, each platform's gentle tune, In this dance of hours, under the moon.

CANDLELIT.ㅤ⸻ A day. ㅤIDR22

A VIP day, bathed in love's warm embrace, One paid service free, a tender grace, Within the workhours (10ㅡ9), where dreams happens Promotions still shining, a radiant light. One client, each platform, a special accord.

SERENE.ㅤ⸻ A day.ㅤㅤ IDR28

VVIP, a treasure trove just for you, Across all platforms, you shine alone, One paid service free, a gift divine, All services becomes unlimited, With flexible WH, no self promotion at all.

SERENE.ㅤ⸻ Four days.ㅤIDR110

For four days' grace, only you truly cherished, Two paid services free, all limits vanished. In boundless joy, unlimited delight unfurls, With no self-promotion, in flexible hours.

SERENE.ㅤ⸻ A week.ㅤ IDR190

In a week of love, you'll be shining star, Four paid services free, no distance is too far. Unlimited moments, souls will intertwine, In flexible hours, your love forever his. No self-promotion, the world to see, In this romantic journey, love will set free.

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Care and Delights;

HOURLY. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIDR6

In one cherished hour, love's tender flow, Our hearts entwined, its radiant glow, With every moment, affection we uncover, In his presence, love comes thoroughly, like no other.

PDA.ㅤㅤ ⸻ Inc. PNOB.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ IDR7

Let the world witness the love that's true, In his tender gaze, in all that we do, A love so deep, like the ocean's blue, In every heartbeat, our bond we renew.

SPOSESS. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ IDR5

An hour, a fleeting melody's embrace, To our favorite songs, time we gladly chase, In musical notes, we find a timeless song, A symphony of moments where we belong.

MOVIE DATE. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ IDR7

Together, let's share a cinematic flight, In the dim-lit theater, hearts unite, As frames unfold tales of love and endeavor, A single movie, our moments to treasure.

YT DATE. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ IDR5

Watching one episode on our favorite channels, A shared delight, a moment serene, In the world of stories, laughter, and cheer, Together, we find joy, so crystal clear.

GAME DATE. ⸻ Plato, Gamee. IDR5

Let's embark on a playful quest, you and I, In the realm of games, we'll spread wings and fly, With laughter and challenges, together we'll roam, Having fun in our own joyful, shared home.

LATE HOURS. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ IDR5

Beneath the midnight's starry embrace we'll lay, In each other's arms, we'll while the hours away, The world may slumber, but our love will soar, In the quiet night, we'll cherish forevermore.

PLOTTING. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ IDR15

Plotting, a dance of words in ink's embrace, With English or Indonesian, in poetic grace, Let verses weave a tapestry, vivid and true, In the language of choice, a tale to construe.

OTHER DATES. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Bills on clients.

Embracing Food & Beverage date, cooking date, lego date, cinema date and any other fun dates, that can be discussed.

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Blossom;

Greetings, ethereal blooms, poised in nature's ballet to embrace the tender caress of the morning Sun.

As the world awakens, you stand ready, each petal a unique stanza in a poetic symphony of color and grace. With the dawn's first light, we implore you to unfurl your intricate tapestry, revealing the delicate secrets etched by time's hand.

Welcome, delicate blossoms, poised to embrace the warm caress of the Sun's tender embrace.

Open those images like the chapter of a cherished book, inviting us into your realm where intricacies reside in the finest of details. As you prepare to bathe in the golden hues of sunlight, your petals shall become the brushstrokes of the divine artist, painting a masterpiece upon the canvas of existence. Each hue, a note in a harmonious chorus, sings in harmonious unison, while the world stands still to witness the enchanting spectacle you conjure.

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FORM.

Reach out to Sun Kissed with a gentle touch. Send the form of fate, a message as such. To meet with him, your heart must be prepared, In the embrace of love, be open and unimpaired.

1. Chapter of The Flower.

Name:

Muse:

Pronoun:

Username:

Platform & ID:

Term of Endearment:

Characterize yourself:

2. Chapter of the Sun.

Talent’s muse:

Boyfriend's type:

Do(s):

Dont(s):

Request(s):

3. Chapter of the Sunbathing.

Date of time:

Duration:

Package:

Free Additional Services:

Paid Additional Services:

Any prompts/trope: