So long,
My lips cold with our winter song.
Your rays of sunshine,
Would start the streams of dopamine.
Without your lips,
Lingers the wintered apocalypse.
Their charm,
Has me carving your anthem into my arm.
May I knock the boundaries down,
No more frowns,
Only buried in your touch,
In our grand meltdown.
Let's set the scene,
High on intimacy,
Just you and me.
So gently part your lips,
Let me send you on our wildest trip
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC
So long,
My lips cold with our winter song.
Your rays of sunshine,
Would start the streams of dopamine.
Without your lips,
Lingers the wintered apocalypse.
Their charm,
Has me carving your anthem into my arm.
May I knock the boundaries down,
No more frowns,
Only buried in your touch,
In our grand meltdown.
Let's set the scene,
High on intimacy,
Just you and me.
So gently part your lips,
Let me send you on our wildest trip
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