You know something?
I am addicted to kisses
But not any, just the rebellious ones
That sprouts of the fire inside
The ones that extend the arms
And wrap you with care
Those who knows how to rebelled before you
And grow wild in our bodies
But don’t let they turn you awakening opaque
Neither they be jealous of your acts
To become expression in us
They’ll be the seal of our sacred pact
You know something?
I am addicted to your kiss
They’re art turned lips
But, don’t you believe that with that
You’ll tame me.
The Fifth Verse
Prose in Movement...
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Your addiction to kisses expressed in such sophisticated fashion reminds me of another kind of kiss:
I rather kiss a snatch
than snatch a kiss.
Juat to you think
in the fifth?
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