Your lips are sweet as rose petals,
After ephemeral spring rain,
The avalanche of feelings pestles,
My mind imprisoned is again!
Oh, how I love your tender lips!
Barely touching them and kissing,
As if I drink the freshness creeks,
Just recollecting them and missing!
Lips
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