Crimson Love - Feeling

Lips glisten,
as tongues taste,
the equivalent of love,
and deem the divine,
with the smell of the sexed,
who have never been touched.
In the ways of lust,
only the breeding,
of fingertips touched,
can truly understand,
the true meaning of feeling.

Crimson Love

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