Your Lips

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So soft, so sweet
Almost too good to be true
How was I ever capable
For someone like you

Strawberry lips
Melting in my mouth
As I close my eyes
But I fear I might fall asleep

Your lips are my drug
My medicine for healing
My special poison
That kills me in an instant

I surrender to the kiss
Letting you take me away
From reality for awhile
And to a different place of yours

A place I call paradise
A place you call home
A special field of desires
A special cloud for us alone.


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