Your kiss is like a good ice cream in the summer, Unfortunately, without them, I feel myself a small boat drifting, Alone In the Immense and great ocean.
When your lips leave mine, They change for defenseless fish, Trapped in the nets of evil fishermen. But your lips can save mine,
Kissing me over and over again, Again and again. With love.
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