Our soul combined,we created an art
Mauve pink bed sheets it lay down
Smiled, and cried with a innocence of frown.
It was a dream
I wish I never woke up from
With every touches I held my breath and drown
Every drop of tears kissed your agony.
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Lust of love
ŞiirSometimes when we kiss we don't differentiate lust and love. Sometimes it's lust, sometimes kiss is affection. Sometimes both. What really is lust of love?
