Your lips remind me of maraschino cherries. They are red, moist, and succulent. You have the « air of innocence ». Yet, you look « fresh », like spring berries. I desire to suck on your lips for a little bit. Then, I want to devour, consume, and kiss you oh so passionately! If not, just for a moment. I fantasize how romantic Christmas nights alone with you would …
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