Poetry, Romantic, Romance, Nostalgic, Tragic, Poem,
There is no road to search, no path to follow. Only a trail of kisses, a dim scent of the leftovers on your perfume, your smell. So intoxicating it feels like poison to my heart. Oh my, can't breath due to highly concentration to retain your aroma. Such a sweet smell envolves me into a cloud of wonders. May this trail find its way to your lips... Returning to mine, lips that fit just as they were made together. A single kiss... Makes me dream. Makes me follow the Trail of Kisses. - Poetic Bastard


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