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i still crave for your kiss my love |
| My lips are dry. Chapped and torn. Ripped and bleeding. Burning. Carmex cannot cure them. I lick them Most for the moment. Dry again the next. Dry and ripped. Burning. Chap-stick plays no mercenary. I try and I try searching for a product to cure my burning lips. Yet relief cannot be obtained. Hundreds of millions spent on temporary satisfaction. I search and I search, trying everything I can. And still my lips are dry. Chapped and torn. Ripped and bleeding. Burning. Burning not for cooling products. Burning not for moisturizers. Burning with desire. Desire for the touch of your lips. Your soft, moist, soothing lips. - Joshua L. Wiggins |