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Lemme ........... ❤

Let me smell like you
Let me wrap you around my naked body, 
Let me kiss you
Let me feel you. 
Let my lips kiss all your scars
Let my imagination go beyond the bars, 
Let my fingers clear out all the blurs
And again let's come back to kissing all your scars. 
I wanna hold you
I wanna feel you
I wanna grab you
I wanna bear you. 
I wanna bear you when everyone will hate you for the person you are
I wanna hold you when you fall apart, 
I wanna grab you and kiss you whenever you are gonna argue with me...... And feel your every breath so closely as if ur Co2 is getting merged with my O2......... 
They called it lust.. Because I never said it was love. 
They threw tantrums..... to make us weak...... because we never found any reason to grief. 
But when society was just trying their best to afflict us........ We were lying naked .... Deep into each other .... Just kissing goodbye..... And I asked .... Miss korbi amy? 
He answered.... Pagol nki. And we both smiled. 

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