Your kiss isn’t a kiss, darling The feeling The pleasing sensation The heal to my scars Admiration for my lips Veins to my heart Contentment to my soul Approval to my presence Life to my existence -SHREYA
My dry lips Craving for your wet touch Yearns for red
Image source: Pinterest My lips crave for the warmth of your fervour lips upon mine, Our heartbeats waving in symphony, And we losing ourselves to each other drowning in the ocean of love and lust. -SHREYA
I’ll serve you the osculation, Most beautiful, Most sensuous. The one, even the butterflies In your stomach Would deny to cease.