Love is a language we speak when we kiss

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My love, your beauty takes the words right out of my mouth
My love for you travels from East to West and North to South
When the sun sets and the moon comes around
And the lights dim and we speak in tongues
And we kiss leaving no air in our lungs
You take my breath away

Your lips...
....remind me of Gustav Klimt's "The Kiss"
Our love is so unique it must be from Mars
Because when we kiss our hearts pump out a red hue
While we passionately love each others scars
So lay back while I take you
On a trip across the stars
As we speak a language
That we call love.

~melcornia

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