Your eyes look deep with sorrow,
The whiteness in them,
They remind me of the innocence of my trust in you.
The black/brown colour of your eyes,
with beauty radiating from them,
Your soul seems too clear in my eyes.

Your beautiful, soft, peachy lips,
As they grace mine,
The smoothness of them disconnects my world from existence,
With the kind of grip you give,.....


Your hands shifting at each depth,
Slowly rendering me helpless.
As our chests touch,
Feeling your breath at my boossems.






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