Lips are brown
Appearing soft and round
Succulent I imagine,
When pressed upon
Skin shining in the summer sun
Glistening,
Shimmering like lights dancing on the sea
The exposure from the heat
Causes me to retreat
I am unable to sneak
The kiss I seek
Maybe
It was not the right time to meet
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Author:
PC Bain (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 23rd, 2022 11:15
- Category: Unclassified
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