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Read My Lips

Read My Lips

In the middle of the night, I feel your hands, I feel your heart, my feelings, do not end

My mouth thirsts for your touch, for your lips against my skin, take me in the morning

Let your wildest dreams, escape, let the sensation, find the passion, and take action

Read my lips, they hunger for your love, ruby red cherries, scarlet silk linens

It is the beginning, it has no end, the song of desperate awakenings, of sinful blushing thrills

I am waiting, I will be playing your song, touch me in the rain, and let the wet take our robe

Heat me up with your fire, take my clothes and set them on fire, steamy dreams of empty chills

Read my lips, as I read your hips, and the two of us, become one, in the mornings dew of fun

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Honorable Poetess Nancy,

Good write, highly sensual verse, thanks for sharing, my applause, I wish to translate this verse to my mother tongue, Malayalam,

Heat me up with your fire, take my clothes and set them on fire, steamy dreams of empty chills

Read my lips, as I read your hips, and the two of us, become one, in the mornings dew of fun

Regards & Love

WLLIAMSJI MAVELI

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