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Feb 2019
Your lips
They're pristine
Better than fine cuisine
I love it when they convene-with mine

I could kiss you all day
Finesse your body
Hold your hand

Your lips are big
They just feel so good

Your cute cheeks get red
Your leg quivers
Nothing is said
So much occurs

All thoughts go away
Just me and you
In a universe of our own
Alone
No cares
No worries
No red flares
Just our love
Written by
Quinlyn
161
   Em MacKenzie
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