When he kisses my forehead, his lips felt like a gentle touch.
When he kisses my cheeks whenever I cry, his lips felt like an old blanket shedding me comfort.
When he kisses my mouth, his lips felt sweet and it's like he's hungry and wanting for more.
When he kisses my neck, his lips sends an electric shock making my body shiver.
When he kisses my bare chest, his lips makes me moan and sends an entire river between my legs.
But when he kisses me down there, his lips make my knees tremble as I ask for more.
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The Love We Made And Ruined
PoezjaThe love we made and ruined is a collection of poetry, prose and short stories. It tackles love, romance and sexuality. How love could make and could ruin is the inspiration.
