As Our Lips got Locked,
Our Hands went for Action.
Searching for points,
to meet Our Satisfaction.
Passion was Creeping,
beneath our Skin.
Two Hearts kept Beating,
deep Within.
As We went about,
exploring Our Spaces.
Happiness got written,
on both Our Faces.
I kept sipping on U....as if,
U were a Glass of Wine.
We finished Our Mission,
at Quarter past Nine.
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 8:41 AM UTC
As Our Lips got Locked,
Our Hands went for Action.
Searching for points,
to meet Our Satisfaction.
Passion was Creeping,
beneath our Skin.
Two Hearts kept Beating,
deep Within.
As We went about,
exploring Our Spaces.
Happiness got written,
on both Our Faces.
I kept sipping on U....as if,
U were a Glass of Wine.
We finished Our Mission,
at Quarter past Nine.
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