French Kisses
J
James McLain
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She is the ocean.
Her mist it covers rivers.
She controls the rain.
Where can I but last?
When she sleeping does.
I move her always there.
There is a secret there.
It comes but once a month.
Inclined In us, lips of those.
French kisses come and go.
Bu şiiri puanla
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