Late hour
Dark room
New date
In this kiss lies fate
Mint gum
Lips on edge
Hand on her hip or on her face?
Eyes open or shut?
Man, let’s just get this over with!
But wait…
Don’t rush
Don’t fret
Stay calm
Lean in
And give it your best
No plan
No fear
Just play it by ear
Save this snap in time
Hide it away
In a safe jar, lock and key
You can’t now know
To what this kiss may lead
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Ryan Burkey
PNW native. Government analyst by day and a writer, song-writer and musician by night. Writing topics include nature, faith, relationships, and social commentary. Hobbies are traveling, coffee shop vibes, food, and comedy.
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