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sensing the softness of her lips as we kiss,
gently pressed against mine as I kiss her
holding her firmly by the hips.
The warmth of her breath on my face
gives me the chills as our noses rub nose,
remaining composed as we embrace
kissing the lips of a rose.
Tho' I suppose my dreams are hefty
if left exposed by my delight in her kiss,
with pedals of passion warm and sexy
causing my heart to reminisce.
Caught up in kisses that capture me
enraptured by the movement of her lips,
eclipsed by a tongue that raptures me
in my soul's unmingled bliss.
Pressing her warmth up against mine
our two lips combine in a single breath,
becoming one for a moment in time
kissing pedals made of flesh.


"Kisses"





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