Kiss me dear or not
My lips wear the robes of your being
Fingers never touch their tips.
My lips wear the robes of your being Fingers never touch their tips. The epitome of a love song here. Beautiful write.
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My lips wear the robes of your being Fingers never touch their tips. The epitome of a love song here. Beautiful write. 10+++++++++