This is how it should be

A man is kissing me.
He is passionate and gentle
he is touching me... 
letting his palm explore my body...
letting his body smell mix with mine...
I'm kissing him
he is enjoying it...
He is smiling, his eyes are shining
I am smiling, my mind is shining
we are not stopping
we are not letting go
there is no pain in the air...

This is how it should be...

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