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Butterfly Kisses

By Sweeetsuz

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Butterfly kisses from here and to there Marking the spots where I wish to fare Mapping the places I wish not to miss When I arrive with my butterfly kiss Knowing that each place which I mark Will become a place for me to park Each little passionate butterfly kiss Bringing to you such pleasure and bliss Putting your fingers on places where You wish my sweet kisses were there Tears on your cheeks for each that misses Knowing the taste of my butterfly kisses. © on Jun 21 2001 07:19 AM PST   0 • 8

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