Fatherly Love
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Your face
rubbing my chest
with ice
out side
and In side
the heart
runs
a soothing
firing
love.
your smile
is a balm
on my hundred wounds
inflicted by the rough winds,
your naughty tits bits
is a bliss
in my life.
your appearance
ignites my eyes
with pleasure
and joy
as I win
all the battles
defeating all the defeats
turning all the struggles
into a stunning
sweet melodious victory.
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