Crystal Clear
She cajoles my soul without the need for a comfirming hold.
Our conversations are intelligently, respectfully, and seductively full of eloquence.
Her soul fits my mind's definition of sexy.
Her lips recite the language of sweet licorice.
Copyright © Kunal Arora | Year Posted 2008
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