Every single moment to stare and overlook these untouchable naked lips were sunny side up , It looks like heavenly thin uproarious cloud was connected with or what, to feel It into the fingertips, how warmth It could be or shall be more and adore beautifully, evenly the taste of It, It's worth a beloved kiss, what a bliss and miss, how wet It would be, how dry and moist It should be out to the world of imagination
Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-24-17
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