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Jul 8
As I plant My Kisses,
on those Lips of Yours.
Passion keeps flowing,
from those Eyes of Yours.
I then slowly move,
these Hands of Mine.
To touch the Points,
of your Holy Shrine.
As My pace slowly Increases,
U get the Chills & Fever.
Sending Vibrant Signals,
to My Receiver.
Our Midnight Romance,
has a long haul Ahead
and Our Burning Desires
shall keep rocking Our Bed.
Written by
Savio Fonseca  M/India
     Inked Quill, M-E, Fawn and Imran Islam
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