Kissing is the language of love
The only way to speak is through touch
Lips are the eyes to the heart
When two pairs touch a fire starts
Slowly their eyes meet like locked on missiles
As they kiss their paths will merge with hearts ablaze
A strange surge will burst throughout their veins

It feels as if their hearts have been made one
Their minds and souls refused to be judged
Biologically humans are meant to be in pairs
Regardless of shape and size, beware
Kissing is their language to speak love
If it´s anything else, they´re speaking in tongues

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