Her beautiful lips
Her intoxicating lips
Often I miss them
I miss the sweetest honey in them
In her pinky lips
I miss the nectar: the divine drink
Every moment I miss them
The sexy lips of my princess
How can I forget their softness?
Her passionate lips
Taught me
How to kiss warmly
How to kiss hardly
While kissing her two petals of rose
I find myself in the heaven
Or, I've got the ‘moksha'
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