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His kisses are smooth like a fine wine...
Submitted:Feb 4, 2007 Reads: 81 Comments: 2 Likes: 0
I love his lips onto mine,
Oh, how fine it is like a glass of wine.
I savor the taste,
No waste for I am careful.
Just like my heart, I take all my time,
The ideas I swoosh and roll it around.
In my thoughts and in my mind,
What a find I have found, for I will never whine.
He kisses me deep,
Like a good old red.
I feel im spinning and it's going to my head.
I know on this one I want to keep.
Forever and ever, I am in deep.
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