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They taste of berries, and vanilla
And smell of white roses
I see him in the archway
My mouth turns up into a smile
I shiver as he kisses me, tasting it
Embracing me oh so tightly
A hint of passion and lust
And pure love in the morning
Overwhelms me with his one kiss
One sigh, and one word...hello.