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Butterfly Kisses
It was soft, sweet and slippery on her lovely lips replaying each moment of our terrific trips. Swirling our skin at the shore of the beach, a romantic rose, I forever longed to reach... She was right there by my side; my angel-guide, as love-at-first-night came in like a temptous tide. I felt the east wind whirled and gathered two broken-hearts that lies and loss once shattered. The whispers of the night came knocking, in butterfly kisses, twin lips kept locking. The moonlight splattered rays of romance, reflecting in our trance at zero- distance. We roamed in the aura of alluring ambience refreshed by the rays of eternal radiance. Silent still, I hear the screams of endless desire, cool and calm, yet the feeling blazed like fire. Hold my heart tight, take me to the misty moon, listen to the beat of my heart, a loud croon. Lost in the lane of lust, our gaze glimmered, at boiling point, our skin-within simmered. Tongues entwined in a trade of butterfly kiss... at the mall of memories with a mild miss. Morn came calling and gave her wings to fly, the flower faded too soon...so flew the butterfly.
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