the caress of your hand against my cheek
and the soft breath of your pink lips
with the way your mouth fold over mine, i just cant speak
i can practically feel all my heart skips
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POETRY
Poetrya lot of poems i spend my free time writing, xoxo. (lowercase intended) ©raining-
lips
the caress of your hand against my cheek
and the soft breath of your pink lips
with the way your mouth fold over mine, i just cant speak
i can practically feel all my heart skips
