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A Love Fair Between The Cocklshells & Blue Bells.

Kisses upon your mouth,
brushing your hair with my hand;
slowly sinking into your breath,
with my kisses upon your neck.

Sighing deeply now,
sinking deeper now,
lovely passions breathing now.

Lovely are your eyes,
softly caressing as our bodies rise,
deeply loving, melting into passions still.

Each footfall eacos through us,
as we breath bringing it right into us. �

Hot like the sun,
sticky like the bees honey sweet.

Kisses stolen upon the evenings fullmoon,
rising to the calling beat,
sounds of lovers feet
eacho through this street.

Lovers kiss,
Lovers dip,
Lovers loving under toe.

Ships away looking for a lovers soul,
waiting for their beating hearts,
leaving none behind its wavy toe.

Walking up a lovers shore,
in sandals of golden winged Gods
upon my shore of lovers more.

Lilies wait on top my plymouth rock
as my maidens all in their row begin their sew,
and the blue bells love the coklshells,
lovely little cocklshells,
and blue bells all in a neat row.