Mmmmm.
Those lips I kissed with these lips of mine.
Make this man here almost go blind.
Mmmmm.
I felt your sweet emotion planted deep within.
I'm glad we have become more than friends.
It's like the touch of a stove.
When you pull your hands back after realizing it's not cold.
Mmmmm.
Those lips.
I can close my eyes and imagine them now.
Mmmmm.
Those lips.
I can honestly describe.
From one side, of the face to the other.
I can give them to you in great details.
Mmmmm.
Those lips.
I just want to reach out and have them touch me now.
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 11:36 PM UTC
Mmmmm.
Those lips I kissed with these lips of mine.
Make this man here almost go blind.
Mmmmm.
I felt your sweet emotion planted deep within.
I'm glad we have become more than friends.
It's like the touch of a stove.
When you pull your hands back after realizing it's not cold.
Mmmmm.
Those lips.
I can close my eyes and imagine them now.
Mmmmm.
Those lips.
I can honestly describe.
From one side, of the face to the other.
I can give them to you in great details.
Mmmmm.
Those lips.
I just want to reach out and have them touch me now.
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