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Our kisses are never just kisses.
They are gentle breezes, soothing the soul,
and tempests, stirring the loins.
Our kiss started as a question,
Became an exploration,
Turn into an invitation,
Then a promise of all that could follow.
With each kiss it becomes more,
The kiss flips a switch inside,
Turning into desperate longing.
6/14/2005 1:55 pm
From lips and breath and taste and sound|
Each kiss carries life from us both
Between passion and pause
Between smolder and fire
Between each of the movements we make
There is a moment, when our kisses have joined
As we have joined
Into one singular moment outside of time and space
Here is where love blinds and binds