Romantic cute girl in matruh
I wonder how you survived with those sugary lips; maybe there is no ant in your territory. Soul meets soul on lovers' lips. Kiss me till our lips will be so numb. They will not know if they are mine or yours. Between lips and lips there are cities of great ash and moist summit, drops of when and how, vague comings and goings: between lips and lips as along a shore of sand and glass the wind passes. Pablu Neruda.