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The humming of the birds inside the butterflies of my heart and tummy start AFTER the blueberry-peppermint scents of your hair tickle and dance in my nose, but BEFORE the streams of amber and yellow rush to drown the still forest living on your face, in warmth and peace, so that I might see your lips, acquaint my hand with your hips, to hush and silence these birds... that's when I kiss you~!
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 11:43 AM UTC
Your lips