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About This Poem
IT'S GENTLY DONE WITH THE LIPS
They taste like real roses' petals: soft without any sweetness,
and they meet to feel the wildest passion of sheer delight...
this very sensual, romantic gesture it's gently done with the lips.
It's an ancient skill learned too well by lovers everywhere,
and they perform it to induce the spark of new romance...
look at them: lost in time and given to fancy, isn't it an artistry?
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