When we kiss…
Our lips press slightly
And release
A touch that lingers
And leaves me at peace
For a moment
For I want more
So out little kisses pour.
When we kiss…
I am lost inside
Your touch
Drifting away
To where I can’t think of much
But your sweetness
You’re like a lure
Grabbing my core.
When we kiss…
I can let go and drift
When with you
It’s like I’m given a gift
When we kiss…
It’s bliss
Something to miss
The gentleness
From when we kiss.
The sweetness and warmth
Felt between us…
When we kiss.
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