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The KissWatching you move, sliding closer to me, arms warm, lips melting into mine. My deepness swallowing you, probing pleasant noises. Eyes closed...becoming one, tongues dancing among each other, massaging, unrelenting. Curiosity teasing fate, carrying a briefcase brimmed with unpublished fantasies. Lips closing tenderly around, then in your mouth... bodies pressed, legs entwined, sleeping.... still dreaming of that kiss. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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