of a lipstick kiss
and requisite reflections
on waves of discontent;
not a lover’s quarrel, merely
coercion by happenstance
blown through the trees;
bearing water red-handed
at the shore’s summoning – a
souvenir of the dalliance – only
to drown beneath the weight
of a lipstick kiss
floating on bubbles by marianna_a
Beautiful is the word
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Thank you, I appreciate that
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My pleasure
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This is beautiful! Romantic and sensual!
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Thank you (:
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