Soft,so soft,your lips against mine.
I am grazed by their graceand drunk on their wine.
We touch and we taste,endlessly divineengrossed and entwinedand everfacetoface.
Sometimes I am kinda a bum, I know. And sometimes I look at your bum, You know? For sure, it's true I nap a lot, But it's also true ...
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