such a wonderful thing they are.
Kisses in the rain, kisses of the passion, kisses of the softness, and kisses of the love.
Kisses on the cheek, or kisses on the forehead, kisses on the letters to stamp the love.
Dry kisses, wet ones, and lustful ones as well, an acceptable signal for love.
Kisses of the ancients, kisses of youth, kisses of the old and kisses of approval of reciprocal love.
Romantic, first kiss, last kiss, kiss of the one love.
Was it curiousity the drove them to couple their tongues?
Who was the first to create this of magic? How is it known now to every odious scum?
As the curious tongues found their pathes through soft lips, the tastes and splendor addictivly have subduded us to consume on them and crave for more.
Missing them.
Kisses.
Don't steal my photo, or my thoughts.
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