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Jul 2016


Yours are the lips
that I long to be kissing
That tender touch
that I’m everyday missing
Found in my dreams
as I sleep reminiscing
Softer than
moonbeams above

Warm like the wind
in a summer breeze motion
Smooth as the ripples
a’ flow from the ocean
Magical, as if
they pour from a potion
Yours are the lips
that I love
Stephan
Written by
Stephan  Camp Johnson Crossing NW
(Camp Johnson Crossing NW)   
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