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Your every sip

My mornings are filled with sparkling joy when you're my sunshine. Cuddling of your words is stirred in the cup of tea. I sip and also feel your every sip while looking in your eyes.

Shyness in your arm

I melted as sugar cube in tea to be tasty. I melted as shyness in your arm to make you warm. I melted as exertion in rest to be fresh and best.

Embrace me

Embrace the love as the winters embrace November. Desirable you are and touchable me for sure. Never allowed to time to go and embrace me like the color of rainbow.

Love is what...

Blossom me by your alluring fondle to make me feel the joy of kindle when love threads you and me no way goes to back, nothing remains except conceiving and giving born new, fresh and illuminated love of joy. I'm dying to feel worthy son of hope to find the paradise. Cuddle me because love is what makes me insane.

Sometimes you and....

Hands against the wall in my thoughts when you scroll. Sometimes you win but sometimes I You run fast, I just crawl.

The crimson lips

Her eleventh kiss made me insane indeed no worry and hurry there was and no hues and husk. Her smile is a real art on face a curve locked my lips within like the waxing moon in sea. One to tenth kisses by her were also bliss to make the crimson lips.

A burning desire

a wet fire inside strokes of affection wide pour your witty spirit let me take a ride. Both are fuse wire be my amplifire press your feel against me fulfil my burning desire.

Give more you to me

The scent of your skin takes me away. When I feel blue it makes me gray. Give more you to me some another day. My only love to you what I pay. For all your care million thanks anyway.

Dear men

You're more than love and every pain. You're in me I'll hit all love lane. Being papa's daughter I've no loss but every gain. In sibling's eye increase happiness ten o ten. In your arms, my spouse I'm insane.

When lips met

When lips met I feel beating retreat sitting on back seat with my increasing heart beat. When lips meet sitting on front seat we feel bittersweet because love is incomplete.