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Strawberry was the flavor of you going down on me

Kisses wet

Hands touch

To explore is to grow

So we grow like leafs falling from a tree

Your body n’sync with mine

Mine n’sync with the music

Eventually we’ll meet with the untouchable beauty

But only to be over exerted with

Muffled screams of purples

My touch clutching your touch

Turns into smiles that can only be felt through

Our lips.