perfectly drafted and beautifully baked.
Not a hint of gloss and still very blush,
I planted mine on her, her kissable lips.
Bestest shade of pink her lips wore,
making me anticipate and more.
I found her lips; just meant for kiss,
I planted mine on her; her kissable lips.
Fleshy were they and very sensible,
I just love everything they babble.
A heavy sigh between our lips,
I planted mine on her; her kissable lips.
Aroma of her lips filled my nostrils,
made my moment and never jostled.
Her post-kiss smile all the way,
I planted mine on her; her kissable lips.
Good man...keep it up...!!!! v indians are on a way of getting another vikram seth..
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