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Your lips are like raspberries.
Warm, red, and soft.
I want to kiss them every chance I get.
Your heavenly lips makes my taste buds dance like a bunch of wild teenagers at a rave.
Sweet, bitter, and oh, so, juicy.
I think I might want some more.
I shall have more and more, shall I have.
I am craving for your lips and starving for your affection.
When I see you, all I can think of is how much I want to make you mine.
Please let me love you and hold you like a baby.
Oh, won't you let me caress your cheek, run my fingers through your long brown hair, and kiss your raspberry lips under the cotton candy sky, even if it is the last time that I see your face.
-ethereal poems
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