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Passionate lips

Lips swirling, curling and rolled into each other;

Lips melting and biting into sweet nothing;

Craving for passion as lips melt yet it’s a sinful mouthful of fun and desire;

Desire to bite  and suck the cream as lips meet each other;

The desire for mouthful passion and kiss that turn the heat on;

The passion of desire is called cream coated mint chocolate.

Who says chocolate deprives us of lust and desire.





Work-in-progress, seeker and bundle of contradictions. Stubborn and Refusal to grow up and constantly in search of myself, I blurt it out on my space. Drop in and share some love. Indian by choice.

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