My Girl Is a Kiss Machine

My girl is kiss machine
Her kiss very sweet
Like a flower in the sun
Which comes here to greet

Every time she meets me
she kisses on my face
and then she guides me
back to those sunny days
when clouds were lieng
at the bottom of my feet
My girl is kiss machine
Her kiss very sweet

She kisses on my cheek
kisses on my fingure tips
She kisses on my chin
kisses with her lucky lips
Every time she kisses
it gets sweeter by a bit

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poem by Giram Vishal
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