Liv. let's make love

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Let's make love,
until we are in the seventh heaven,
the floor beneath us is cold
as its eleven.

let your lips graze my body and
mark me with bruises.
and, let my fingers tangle
between your delicate hair
with no excuses.

the heavenly eyes of yours
captured my heart with an intention,
as your warm and passionate touches made my heart frozen.

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