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Like smoldering embers, a fire ablaze,
Her mouth entices with a beguiling gaze.
With every word, she weaves a spell,
Those red smokey lips, her secret to tell.

With each kiss, they unleash a storm,
A tempest of longing, both soft and warm.
They taste of wine and forbidden bliss,
Leaving a trail of euphoria, hard to dismiss.

They speak of secrets buried deep inside,
Of dreams and fantasies she cannot hide.
A veil of seduction, she gently unveils,
As red smokey lips, her tale entails.
IF I COULD KISS YOU THROUGHT YOUR SOUL .

— The End —