Lying on the carpet grass; coloured all green.
With my honeyed tongue, I teach you to sing.
Savor your dew-garnished lips.
Oh darlin, darlin.. Its the 'Kiss of the Spring'.
On your birthday that befalls in june.
Lying on the sea beach, on a hot afternoon.
With my parched lips, I drink up the sweat betwixt
Your breasts; polish your delightful cherries.
Oh darling, darlin.. Its the 'Midsummer's Kiss'.
After the eve's shower, in the night of sweet september.
Sky filled with stars, huge in number.
I linger over and dry your moist golf coarse
Lit up by the moon.
Oh darlin, darlin.. Its the 'Kiss of Monsoon'.
In the early-sherly jan, oh my.. my dear.
When it'll get spiky cool all over here.
With you standing tall, I bend low and burn
My lips, having you moan.. 'ishh'.
Oh darlin, darlin.. Its the 'Winter's Kiss'.
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