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bussing your lips, was like a jolt of electricity waking up the red blood under my skin meeting your lips, was like walking in a garden full of red roses that signify love and passion before we kiss, i traced your full lips with my fingertips, admiring how comely and carnation it looked i admired the feeling of your breath how your heart beats fleet for me and when you returned my kiss it reminded me how alive you were i imagined, you were in a suit your hair was neatly combed your beauteous lips curving widely as you watched me walking through that door with flowers in my hands father by my side and my red lips lusting for your kiss i felt happy you felt happier you said it has always been your dream to kiss me in that black suit and im in my white dress so here i am in my white dress and you're in your black suit kissing you for the last time as you lay down in that coffin not returning my kiss anymore
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Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 6:48 AM UTC
red lips
bussing your lips, was like a jolt of electricity waking up the red blood under my skin meeting your lips, was like walking in a garden full of red roses that signify love and passion before we kiss, i traced your full lips with my fingertips, admiring how comely and carnation it looked i admired the feeling of your breath how your heart beats fleet for me and when you returned my kiss it reminded me how alive you were i imagined, you were in a suit your hair was neatly combed your beauteous lips curving widely as you watched me walking through that door with flowers in my hands father by my side and my red lips lusting for your kiss i felt happy you felt happier you said it has always been your dream to kiss me in that black suit and im in my white dress so here i am in my white dress and you're in your black suit kissing you for the last time as you lay down in that coffin not returning my kiss anymore
cresun
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Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 6:48 AM UTC
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