Amor

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I want you,
to be with me,
Every single time,
Honey, open up for me,
Let me get into your mind.
Let me weave a poem
On your pink lip.
Get ready to go with me
On the spurious trip.
Your eyes ignited my senses,
Honey, I lost my control.
I'll not touch your body,
Let me touch your soul.

©Vivek_vk

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