Feeling Poem by Crimson Love
Feeling
Lips glisten,
as tongues taste,
the equivalent of love,
and deem the divine,
with the smell of the sexed,
who have never been touched.
In the ways of lust,
only the breeding,
of fingertips touched,
can truly understand,
the true meaning of feeling.
Feelings, is what it come from heart cannot touch by our tactus. But breeding of fingetips can truly understand the true meaning of feeling! ! Amazing write! ! !
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4/25/2024 8:59:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
truly amazing poem..great write Crim!