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The memory of my lips is a living archive, an indelible record of burning moments, a testimony of our fervent love, a proof of the passion that consumed us. It is the perpetual reflection that in my heart you live on.
My lips remember the incomparable nectar of your skin, the hypnotic texture of your love in every imprinted cell. The scorching heat of your kisses floods my senses, the passion of your mouth joining mine overflowing, and how my heart went wild so close to your essence.
The imprint of your curved lips, merging with mine in a rite of sublime surrender. The exquisite taste of your kisses still delights, the sweetness of your breath that my soul turned alive when with my kisses I drank your essence without end.
Memory is a garden where the flowers of our unbridled passion grow tirelessly. Its fragrance is the eternal freshness of your beloved breath that leads me to seas of unfathomable emotions, waves that drag me to places where only you and I exist.
My lips are the living chronicles of our love, they record every moment of surrender and fervour, they are the faithful archives of those voracious flames that consumed us in a blazing fire leaving their eternal imprint on my lips in love.