A Million Kisses
If you gave a kiss to me, it would touch my inner core.
One way to appease me is to give a million more.
If you choose to embrace me, it would warm this heart of mine.
The passion you'd create my dear would not alter over time.
To explicate a kiss of yours, one I haven't had,
Sweet like wine not tasted, never spoiling or turning bad.
To procure an embrace of yours, if by chance I don't receive,
Instills an emotion inside of me as to put my soul in grief.
This sweet kiss and embrace you give will touch my inner core.
One request, I must beseech of you,
May I have a million more?
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