Hello dear heart
Are we still pretending to smile through these bored prosaic kisses that are drier than sub Saharan cacti on the hottest day of the year? Flitting lips that gently graze against a piece of skin to greet and bid farewell, cautious in their endeavors to not let any warmth or wetness seep through.
Hello dear heart
Will we ever stop thinking about the drenched furnace of a thick slice that was a tropical fruit of a hungry kiss from that time and that time and that?
NEVER!!
Like a horde of lusty rainbows uniting with a horny unicorn in Atlantis.
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