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When the nights are unfriendly,
And the times seem endless,
Though the moon hides cowardly,
But my eyes roam aimlessly :
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.........Kiss me anyway...
When my dreams elude me,
In the twilight of the day,
Though hung on the thin twig,
I wander and wander astray :
..........Give a pucker anyway...
When my hands stretched open
To welcome your love and you,
Though my heart hot as an oven
To have and to hold you too :
.........Print a smooch anyway...
When the throb exceeds the passion
Lest the desires burn the heap,
My emotions, without the ration
Of your love, run me so deep :
..........Glue a smack anyway...
When our lips with fires brush,
Our bodies, of the touch, shiver.
The blood, inside us, in so rush
To dictate the delights of quivers :
.........Graze a short peck anyway...
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