Lets begin How a Kiss really Feels!
When the lips are cold and the warmth is hold, the lips falling off, on the loving role.
When you feel your heat, and you give it a scene, released through your lips the sense of heal, Then you call it a kiss and you make her slip, on the lips of yours, to keep her bliss.
And when my lips start twirling upon her lips,
They create a sensation of our souls touching.
And the kiss we make at the lucking stake
Wondercrump my dear
phizz-whizzing.
Caress your lips on her tiny lips feel the fondness of heavenly space.
Fondle her essence with your lips call it a kiss or apocalypse,
And when you kiss, you sense your world, coming one place.
You close your eyes, which shivers you like, a cold in the night
So she knows every meaning of your break
While you make her believe, the lips are the most non-rigid part of the spirit
Some do a long peck, Some call it a smooch,
Some just whip them in the twilight
Like a face offered to the moon.
So wherever they want to, they can go crush onto, this is just a creation of storming love into.
And, Lover
This is how it feels, to kiss whom we seek,
The lips are the deem, to fasten your ween
The craving is for intimacy and not for the screen,
you know what I mean, to feed the lips with the natural shields.
Like the raindrops taps
on the flapping leaves
And when the same drops slide
On the forehead of life
You call it to worship
A pluviophile.
You can call me a freak
But this is how a kiss
Really feels.
The kiss you made was the actual way of giving a break to your distance space.
