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When my lips meet yours, I feel our souls entwine,

In a special way that isn’t worth the wealth of my words

Leaving me with a yearning for more…

With insatiable desire

Just kiss me again and my heart will be home

 

When your lips meet mine, I die a little inside

The passion, the sensual possession

They remind of a dawn when they would possess me last

Thence would I be forever lost.

If I kiss you again, from me, my heart would be gone

 

They talk about a killer smile,

Have they ever considered your kiss?

They talk about the soothing effects from a massage,

Don’t they know strength of your weakening kisses?

That touches where soft hands or unequivocal tools can’t reach?

 

If your kissing were my medication,

I would ask you to kill me with an overdose

Wouldn’t I die immune?

If your kisses were medicine,

Wouldn’t my ailing soul find rest?

If your lips had a strange poison,

Wouldn’t mine prove to be the best antidote?


The world goes round,

But with your kiss, I see it fly around

Your kisses will be the death of me,

And yet, may they be the one to seal my fate

 
Your kisses lay bare my soul,

Wrap it in sweet wickedness unable to waiver,

The swirl of your tongue ignites the flames,

That would burn me with no reprieve,

Your lips send me in a whirlpool of enticing sensations,

Then, with a touch, you send me into tumbling oblivion

 
With every gentle rub you give my lips with yours

The oblivion of bliss opens up for my soul

I get lost with no need to find myself

The softness of your lips tears away at the walls that guard my soul,

With every taste they crumble in wild abandon,

Tearing at the hearts foundation

 
Sweetness belongs to the multiple effects from your lips

The mystery that lies within your lips sensation

It surpasses the creation of mankind and other earthly beings

Oh, how I wish my lips could store the splendor in your kisses

And like a nestling child, draw it in bit by bit

 
And should you ever steer away,

A soul shalt wither off its sparkly bliss.

That will uproot the undying abyss of sensation

And with each step you take further away,

The stronger the magnetic pull your sweet lips shalt be.

 
The oblivion of bliss that pulls me to your lips,

The hidden secrets masked by the sweetness of your lips,

The unearthed promises of a universe that lies beneath your sultry lips…

I want, I need, I desire, I thirst

Like the oasis in the desert, drench my lips with yours.
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