Ever been kissed by the sun?
The heated rays, like long fila, gracefully stroke my lips like fingers,
permeating every pore of my submissive face,
igniting my entire celled body.
A lover not afraid to give me warmth is the sun to me.
(excerpt from The Kiss by MBrowne)
Got something to say? Express it in a poem (optional)The heated rays, like long fila, gracefully stroke my lips like fingers,
permeating every pore of my submissive face,
igniting my entire celled body.
A lover not afraid to give me warmth is the sun to me.
(excerpt from The Kiss by MBrowne)
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