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The Kiss...

My ears hear the sound
but my eyes see only the
motion of her lips.
Her voice is like music
drawing me in like the doomed ships of lore.
We kiss, that great dam of emotion bursts,
a tsunami of passion floods my being.
I am swept out of reality into the moment.
But the moment is fleeting, the passion recedes
yet the music continues
to, once again, draw me to that shore of mystery.
Author's Note
First kiss...
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