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Kiss

A mere touch with the lips, or press the lips against, they call it…

But what we shared last night was beyond pressing lips against a part of the body, it was a union of souls..

Like wax, I melted into your bosom as I presented myself bare, despoiled and vulnerable to the magic you performed…

Your lustrous luscious lips was the congregation, the juice we exchanged, the sermon, and the sensation afterwards—spoken words; words that muttered,

“I love you”

Words that whispered,

“I’m yours sincerely”

Words that uttered,

“I’ll never leave you”

That kiss wasn’t a kiss, it was a tango between souls on fire…

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