Nothing has changed.
My wildest desire is his lips on mine. The longest French kiss ever
Sweet as baby's first smile.
I've tasted his lips for hours, days.
I can't compare them to anything,
to anyone.
It's my soul's favorite taste.
All I can say is that
his lips play magic on me.
They awaken my holy dreams
to be with him,
in any place, in any fantasy,
in any life, and at any moment.
His presence ignites my hidden passion.
On any nighttime,
I'm followed by sunshine.
I live the wildest dream,
when thinking of the man
I wanna be with.
Copyright ©Ana TOMA
Cheshire, CT
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