Kiss me softly as if in make believe,
lips fluttering like a flower in spring
as if every feeling is caught in this eve
while intimate arousal is rising,
kiss me as brightly as you were today
with your body to mine rendering up,
while you are extremely happy and gay,
tears of joy running over your make-up
and passionately your breast I cup.
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