I am not longing for the moment you kiss my gasping lips, or when you brush your tongue to stamp my body or when your saliva cool down the spiciness between my thighs. I yearn for the kiss of the century, a smooch on my drained soul that will mend me alive and I swear in that moment I'll give you my all.
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PoezjaMy mind is dark, intensive and sexual. P.s: This is a mature content, and may get sexual at times. Please read at your own risk. Higest rank #10 as of 13/3, 18/3, 24/3 #9 as of 30/3 #6 as of 3/8 #3 as of 4/9 And #1 in sad poems tag 4/9
