My handkerchief bears the traces of your lips .
Lovely cheeks are red,
Eyes are intoxicating,
And lips are luscious,
Always talks in low tune,
Million of people getting injured
She smiles in beautiful style,
Young and old getting fainted,
Your words hold the fragrance of in intoxicating drink.
You arrive like the hot winds of summer.
Before the waiting begins to make me anxious,
Come to me !
jojo.johny74 is my skype
Eyes are intoxicating,
And lips are luscious,
Always talks in low tune,
Million of people getting injured
She smiles in beautiful style,
Young and old getting fainted,
Your words hold the fragrance of in intoxicating drink.
You arrive like the hot winds of summer.
Before the waiting begins to make me anxious,
Come to me !
jojo.johny74 is my skype
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