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Apr 2018
A bright smile,
On that chuckling face.
Like the moonlight,
Playing the waves.

A slow kiss,
That moists her lips.
And she moans the touch,
As my tongue slips.

The fire in us,
It burns our heart.
Blending our bodies,
Not to go apart.

A crave of lust,
Caresses our thirst.
The wildness in us,
Flint's it to burst.

But it's so love filled,
Faith is our arm.
With respect in us,
That keeps it warm.
Swastik
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Swastik  17/M/India
(17/M/India)   
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