This is my long love story
The delusion and illusion of my heart
Your lips like cherries fresh
from the garden
Your bosoms enough to fill
my palms
My hands tremble when I picture
of you
The way our lips merges together
without space between us while
our tongues play hide and seek
Your eyes i miss to drown inside
I miss your fingers caressing my body
The scent of your detailed body and
the fragrance of your smile
I miss the two of us
To Cut a Long Story Short
I love you
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