Had i felt the quench of his lips again
I would grip till thee mighty land
For the delicate saint tastes like sweet perfume
Mesmerising so tenderising as thou innocent fad
As they gravel is as blunt
It strikes sharp to crush a mountain skull
Dripping me so wet, oh let me melt
As i fill thy dams from thy internal kiss
And thee steals my breath away
Crushing my thoughts to love, love within
Unable to utter thou highness
For confession makes distance a pathway to thee fineness
And to thou's kingdom, in a mere syndrome
Despite the feeling,oh I'm silent though
©mimi21
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