THE KISS

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    THE KISS

    HIS KISS BURNS LIKE FIRE
    HE QUENCHES MY EVERY DESIRE.
    HE'S IN MY DREAMS EVERY NIGHT
    I'VE DEVELOPED FEELINGS I CANNOT FIGHT.
    EVEN THOUGH HE GETS ME MAD
    HE'S THE BEST LOVER I'VE EVER HAD.
    I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS ABOUT HIM
    BUT I FEEL I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT HIM.
    WE CAN'T BE TOGETHER AT THIS TIME
    BUT I HOPE SOMEDAY HE WILL BE MINE.
    BECAUSE NO MATTER WHAT I DO, I CAN'T RESIST
    THE SPINETINGLING POWERS OF HIS KISS.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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