When Your Lips Meet Mine
When your lips meet mine,
it sends tingles up and down my spine.
When lips part and breath combines,
the feeling is nothing less than divine.
When tongues meet and intertwine,
the taste is sweeter than dessert wine.
When hands caress, my flesh does resign,
becoming entrapped in passions silken vine.
When bodies come together our love is redefined,
coupled not just for this moment, but for all of time.
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