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By B.K. Date: 2002 May 04 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.04.15.37.10906]] |
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You can feel the heat From a mouth so sensual The sweetness drives You mad with desire The smell of skin The taste of tongue A kind of crazy glue That never wants to come undone It comes so naturally Connecting dots of ecstasy One by one The ultimate bliss Feeling your lips glide Into the perfection of A Gold Medal Olympic kiss ©bk2002 |