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Drugged with Kisses...


Like waves of passion
Embracing me...

Filling my soul to the brim
On a moonlit sunny night...

There I go flying
In those gossamer waves...

With wings of love
And strings of joy...

In glorified untold words
And amplified wispers...

I find my macrocosm
In those subtle touches...

And there I am
All doped and drugged...

Drugged with Kisses!
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  1. Niiyara15 April 2008 at 02:34

    that was great! "amplified whispers" such a unique phrase, along with the others! love the title too! how lovely to be drugged with kisses!

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  2. Rex Venom15 April 2008 at 06:33

    Too true!
    Drunk on the touch.
    Rock on!

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  3. Shyama16 April 2008 at 18:51

    nicely strung together... love d subtle undercurrent of passion...

    =) Cheers babe!

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  4. Unknown17 April 2008 at 23:40

    Oh my...This brings back so many memories... :(

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  5. Ire17 April 2008 at 23:49

    @Niyara
    Ummm I sure am drugged!

    @ Rex Venom
    Thanx...for stopping by!

    @ Shimmer
    hey! cheers to you too!

    @Supriya
    Supri...relax hon! everything will be fine!

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  6. ArUn raFi27 April 2008 at 00:49

    cudn read ur previous post cos it wasnt easy on my eyes ..too sleepy ryt now..will catch tht later..this one ws short and sweet..wud hv commented more bt man urs is th last blog i ll be readin and um shit sleepy..cheers..

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