His KissA Poem by vanilla cultureInloveMy Perfect Kiss. So perfect and tender, as soft as a warms sea breeze
on a hot evening in Valencia. It powdered through
my mouth and nourished deep inside my soul. Lips
so beautifully plump and with a life of new
pinkness, so pure and delicate. The sensation of
feeling them press gently overlapping onto
mine, lushly moist and tasteful. The desire and profound energy that exerted through my body from this most exhilirated kiss. The most mindful experience iv ever had. All of me was feeding off a fire of burning passion. His face more than beautiful, a distinctness that separated him far apart from any other. His big new eyes, the light that shone from within him. The warm graceful touch of his hands on mine, he gently rose them up my body and so delicately stroked my face. An aura of love that emanated around us both. My eyes closed, i take a deep breath, smiling. My perfect kiss. © 2016 vanilla culture |
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