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discription of a kiss |
| Kiss Her lips are my delight Honored shades of red True pleasure when brought to press How I celebrate their yield When pursed it is my truth To the edge I am drawn When parted there is anguish When they are parted elation Bring to me sweet transpire And gentle torture until I am quenched I need your sanctuary of caress To live another day Her lips are my delight Honored shades of red |