The Lip Kiss we share.
I text you something tempting and seducing. Though it’s midnight, that’s the exact time to let soul melt under the spilled light moon.
I want you, Right now,
under my quilt, Next to me,
Around my arms, holding tight
Heavy obscene breath, lyrical stare.
Your lips on mine,
And, mine on yours, a tease,
a sensational riot. The lip kiss,
Inhaling the desires, exploding with the yearning of a flaming heart.
Hands running through hair,
Dancing with the stir around the waist.
a fly on the rhythm of erotic guitar
digging to heavenly pleasure,
the kind of sumptuous collaboration, With the tons of honeyed mixes. Unrevealed Thoughts
Holding to meet under the quilt, when the moon rises again. Yours on mine and mine on yours. The lip kiss we share in possessions.
Rush, Scribble pen
I’m not in rush. I’m not in a rush because you’re the loveliest, purest, and tenderest art, ever known. The creation of stardust is so beautiful, that I want to learn all the secrets places hidden within folds. You are the curiosity, and I’m taking my time to release, till the part of dust settles in my heart. Your tawny whisky and intense presence melt me faithful romantically. Going through life, one second at a time, I want to fall for you. And, I’m not in rush. Troublemaker but Good one.
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