What manner this a simple kiss
she knows for her, I'd die
not a miss, or nemesis
she's never shy, or sly
Not for lust turn to dust
she's part of every dream
in her I trust, with every ******
she knows just what, I mean
She'll toss her hair, fine and fair
and throw me that look and smile
eyes aflame, her whispered name
a look of love
yet guile
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 12:16 PM UTC
What manner this a simple kiss
she knows for her, I'd die
not a miss, or nemesis
she's never shy, or sly
Not for lust turn to dust
she's part of every dream
in her I trust, with every ******
she knows just what, I mean
She'll toss her hair, fine and fair
and throw me that look and smile
eyes aflame, her whispered name
a look of love
yet guile
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