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cherry lipstick sweet month of April,you do not know the strength of kiss you have not grown in to the month of Mae :few dayflowers and young before summer’s warmish nightish sunsets I taste you with fingers,with eyes and lips my pink castles meet yours and we fall in Spring,love finally understands us; with strawberry licks and re freshing orangepurple delight your tongue sings a duet with mine and the sky kisses our heads dandelions in our hair,buttercups tucked behind your ear and your soft blue thoughts you hold passion between your lips and I can taste it: with each quiet landing of my mouth,your mouth whispers lovely tunes for the month of Mae