Her Kisses
Her lips are smooth as butter,
And her tongue feels like rose petals.
She blows my senses away
And transcend me to a place where
Nothing else mattered but kissing her,
Being with her,
Being held by her.
Time has no meaning,
Space no longer exists;
Just this celestial moment
Frozen in time.
Her soft whispering voice is the opiate
To my troubled mind.
Delicate words of love
Flows from her mouth and
She makes me feel like
The king of this world.
Her closed eyelids speak of her
Quiet satisfaction and
Her relaxed body says volumes
Of the moment.
Her transcendental fragrance
Captures my soul and reinforced
The essence of the moment.
Her lips are smooth as butter,
And her tongue feels like rose petals
Every time she kisses me.
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