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Kiss
I crave to graze
Your lips with mine,
Until our touch
Merges into a dance so slick—
Our lips, slipping and sliding in perfect sync.
Your lips with mine,
Until our touch
Merges into a dance so slick—
Our lips, slipping and sliding in perfect sync.
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