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Vikki Love Sep 2012
A lovers kiss, my sweet bliss
As i reminisce its like:
Zephyr against my skin
Fresh air breathed into my smothered lung
Morning dew to the withering grass
Warm milk to the new born child
Freedom to animals in the wild
Laying on clouds in the beautiful blue sky
Morning sun to the waking eye
A cool sip of water when the mouth is dry
Ask me now and I tell you why
A Lover Kiss Sweet Bliss for my Pride

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