Like a hope that pours from the core,
A little lick that illuminates the soul,
Eyes shut screaming in anticipation,
Tension builds and so does exhilaration.
Just a simple taste of skin,
That leads to a whole lot of trouble within,
The need to inch a little bit closer,
Hearts meld and bodies mingle.
It’s a bliss to find a heart they say,
One that give yours a start again,
So, you end up kissing a million lips,
Just to find that one which brings you eternal bliss.
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Reality Beautifully Drafted
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