Lustful lips want to know what luv is...
To release the approach of thought of what it is that completes whats been missed...
Intentions are willin to figure a way to find the expectations puttin in as the return gives...
For the life lived without its feel is jus another moment of an untwisted kiss...
One that goes with a tongue to express what comes from the depths it touches in the way it fits...
Emotion is empty goin on alone as the mirror knows theres no true chuckle in the ribs...
Jus words standin still can neva accompany free wills ability to be anything less than fibs...
As conversations with self always ends on a positive note lost in a silent wish...
Calmin the nerve yet claimin the feel to do more than want of hers n his...
There's somethin in the way only passion can do more than open up to speakin from the jibs...
It's an art to feel the connection come to life beneath the caress of fingertips...
As the nerves rush with the shiver of what's real callin dibs...
There's no end to the limits of the level of pleasure nor wits...
The unknown wants to be known as somethin other than a lonely trip...
An inquirin mind such as a solo thought tryin to relate jus needs to be held by a grip...
Jus to hang out n sit for a lil bit without all the useless bs...
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