Golden glisten reflects off your citrine lips. I crave the suns kiss, So brush your warmth against my skin.
Golden glisten reflects off your citrine lips.

I crave the suns kiss,
So brush your warmth against my skin. poetry stories
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meganb0909
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Sun’s kiss.

Golden glisten reflects off your citrine lips. I crave the suns kiss, So brush your warmth against my skin.

Sepia tones follow my bones, Like your hair flowed through the wind. Entrapped by the day, I find myself awake, Sleepless, awaiting morning.

And your touch is scorching, your hold alluring; It calls to me like a heavenly symphony; A heart filled with sanctity.

And I want to feel the fires Of celestial bodies. I want to burn from the kiss Of infinite stars. So count with me, To forever.

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