THE KISS
Not just skin pressing to skin.
But, an ancient desire from within.
Not a dry cold pressed intrusion.
But the excitement of
Two souls infusion.
The deep soft passion,
Where two become one.
A meeting of lost souls,
Coming undone.
Throwing caution to the wind.
Leaving a feeling you have just sinned.
A consuming pleasure,
Of flesh pressed to flesh.
In a lovers embrace.
The roaring of our hearts,
As they begin to race.
Warming me completely to the tips of
My toes.
Eliciting a passion,
Only my lover knows.
Life would be so empty,
If I ever missed.
The soul shattering passion.
Of your kiss.
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