Let your lips linger the lughole

Published on by Alien Poet

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Straddle on my laps,
Start from the ears,
Move those lips,
Like a ice cube in milk,
I feel the moisture,
It burns like a bio gas,
In every cell of my body,
Linger as long as you wish,
Every kiss you engross,
Burns my breathe to death,
Don’t leave till my last breath.

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