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A thousand Kisses or Two
If I could kiss you a thousand times a day I would.
In a thousand different ways, it’s not a matter of if I should.
Palms pressed to your face, a slow caress of lips touching like a whisper….
They skim across yours sending an invitation to whisper back to me, ohhhhh mister.
Stain my mouth with desire,
let it run down my face my tears on fire.
Hold me like there’s no tomorrow,
Don’t let me escape, please bring me no sorrow.
Only joy in my kisses, sweet honey and dew,
No beginning, no ending, let them always be for you.
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