Every time you kiss me,
I feel your hypnotizing love,
and I'm swirled into a blurr,
of indescribable devotion,
for the way you look at me.
And our telepathic connection,
just clicks as the world seems to be a meer table,
upon which we dance, staring iris to iris,
'till our lips touch again,
and I realize what true love must be.
Rose Crested Lips
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