THE KISS
The Kiss
My lips to your lips
Hands touching faces
Body to body
And no empty spaces
Seeing the yearning
Through shuttering eyes
Touching the tip of
Your tongue; deft surprise
Gradual shifting
Simply conveying
Heart beats in rhythm
One on one swaying
Deeper and deeper
Passions advancing
Breathless and bolder
Emotions are dancing
Pressing, expressing
The need to consume
A kiss, like a flower,
Should bud, blossom, bloom
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