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Lost in a First Kiss
Now comes the softest, silkiest touch
In a puckered wave of romantic bliss;
Gentle flesh resolved against gentle flesh,
In the form of a drawn-out kiss.
Nude tones fade into soft pinks as they
mingle and merge into one;
Massaging mouth and heart simultaneously,
Transferring secrets and coming undone.
His ragged exhalation is her first shallow breath,
fingers slowly weaving into wildly tossed hair;
Together transcending the noise of the world,
To join their emotions, their souls elsewhere.
In a puckered wave of romantic bliss;
Gentle flesh resolved against gentle flesh,
In the form of a drawn-out kiss.
Nude tones fade into soft pinks as they
mingle and merge into one;
Massaging mouth and heart simultaneously,
Transferring secrets and coming undone.
His ragged exhalation is her first shallow breath,
fingers slowly weaving into wildly tossed hair;
Together transcending the noise of the world,
To join their emotions, their souls elsewhere.
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