You kiss like an angel, but don't pretend,
ever you are one,
(never mind, I've never met one before)
your lips taste, manna, exact,
(the elixir's taste my mind had to invent)
When your lips touch mine,
I taste thunder in my nerves,
(your eyes bid me to do it,
though I didn't know what awaited)
I never thought a girl so docile and quiet,
could play tricks,with luscious lips and tongue.
The marksmanship you display in that,
would never be learned from any school of love.
You are a wonder, love has exclusively sculptured,
to propagate its creed, aren't you a whirlwind?
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
You kiss like an angel, but don't pretend,
ever you are one,
(never mind, I've never met one before)
your lips taste, manna, exact,
(the elixir's taste my mind had to invent)
When your lips touch mine,
I taste thunder in my nerves,
(your eyes bid me to do it,
though I didn't know what awaited)
I never thought a girl so docile and quiet,
could play tricks,with luscious lips and tongue.
The marksmanship you display in that,
would never be learned from any school of love.
You are a wonder, love has exclusively sculptured,
to propagate its creed, aren't you a whirlwind?
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