Suck Nectar From Petals Of My Red Lips

Suck Nectar From Petals Of My Red Lips short poem

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My steamy and red lips
are craving for your hot kiss
you kiss them with warm breathe
and let them
land on my lips where
colorful horizon exists
you kiss them very softly very gently

Like a crazy and mad lover
you place your lips on my lips
to feel being in the heaven
a place for making love
to taste the juice of
drunken lips
you feel them very softly very gently

Let your sensuous lips
fall deeply to get lost into them
and to enjoy the first crush
that erotic lips greet your lips
to fall in love with them
to suck the sweet honey
you touch them very softly very gently

Let your carnal lips
dive deep into them
for heavenly satisfaction
and for quenching
their unending thirst
let them suck the nectar
from the petals of my lips
suck them very softly very gently

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