Lovers Lottery
As time goes by and whirlwinds
fly
this fishy fact we can't deny;
dawn or dusk, a kiss is just a
kiss,
a freaky feast mates would not
miss.
Lips locked in endless estacy,
faces flushed in flawless fantasy,
two souls on a magical mission
snug the sun in the pool of
passion,
Whirling in warmth and wetness,
fleshy fussion in soul-tie
sweetness:
shamelessly shared,
no liquid lost,
effortlessly spent, no overhead
cost.
A kiss is just a kiss you can't
deny,
it is lovers' lottery, no conditions
apply.
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