And here we are... two lost souls making the best of both. Our kisses make our love strong, powerful. But everytime we kiss we are breaking inside, we are destroying ourselves just because we are ambitious. We are hungry of love, of hugs, of kisses, of little bites on the lip.
Oh, I love when you do that.
In every kiss, in every little weird sound your voice make, every petting, every touch you make my hair more spiked. And now all have logic, now our love make sense. People say it is sex, but it's not just sex. It's making love. It's playing, touching, feeling deeping inside. And what matters what people says!? It's just a game for two crazy lovers that anybody can't underestand.
And then, the two souls exploted and came alive and leave from the inside of our bodies to the outside crossing larynx, trhoat and mouth to the love atmosphere. And that two souls met each other like you and me are doing. The perfect thing just happened. But that's not the end. The end it's enough good as making love. Both in the bed snuggling and sharing no more that two or three words plenty of happiness atmosphere.
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