Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Tempered kisses

The young kiss tempered my soul
a aromatic  amalgamation of doves emblazoned in love
what a fruitful drizzle of warm breath
that began to finger right from the nape to my lips
and when thy lips met mine
there was a volcanic  eruption which tongue- tied the two
the passion grew manifold as the lips felt every cell
dunked in rum profusing the seducing high octaves of our souls.

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