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| When We Kiss |
| by Brian John |
I am feeling young and old and old and young future past I am sprung
Your tongue I taste I waste no time
I make not haste but passion sublime
I am trying hard not to forget to breathe honestly I can not believe
How fortunate my fate cause it got me right here
Let me make my feelings clear
I admit that I am wet and I bet that you are too
You must admit that with a kiss like that
There is no end to what we can do
What we could share is infinite potentially
increasing exponentially
highly influentially
convincing me that I will be
releasing it eventually what is bottled up inside of me
My soul and my spirituality
To reveal my hopes, my dreams, and my reality
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