? Kisses, Kisses, Kisses...
Sweet, tender, dry lips, alined just above the chin and a centimeter under the nose,
those lips, expressing love, temptation and a daring lust.
Kiss me, oh kiss me, with your everlasting softness,
Your two, slowly moving, jaw dropping lips - seducing me with each movement.
Oh, to be kissed by you, the world itself would become oblivious,
My eyes darkened, and closed by the closeness of your angelic face...
Your lips, your kisses, your love, your passion - Kiss me! Kiss me! ... Kiss me.
Your kisses are like a drop of rain - soft to the touch and as light as a feather,
but can be as hard as wood and as passionate as a storm in the sky.
My lips, have no life without your lips, your kisses, your love...
So kiss me, and hold that kiss forever in those lips,
kiss none but mine and mine alone...
My lips belong to you now, to your lips, to your love, to your kisses.
Take me into your world of passion, lust, temptation, and above all - love.
Let me feel your kisses,
Let me own your kisses,
Let me drown in your kisses,
And you may have all of my kisses, and kisses and kisses.?
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