Crazy
My lips know every wish of yours they sprinkle themselves into mist of lust the love paints them as a carmine rose that open its crown seducing your lips to taste its juice Your lips know every wish of mine they perfume themselves into a seductive scent the love colours them as strawberry jam that opens its flavor adoring my lips with its taste Our lips know each other they are like crimson petals of one love that grows in the garden of our hearts inviting there all senses as essence of lust... Sign in to see full entry.