An Encounter

by berryflavoreddreams

I’ll kiss you ’til you’re lips get sore,

I’ll hug you ’til you say no more.

I’ll fondle you’re hand ’til the clock strikes four.

I’ll meet you in my dreams, in front of my door.

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