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We Kissed
We kissed. We kissed again.
We made up for the years apart.
But shall I tell you now what I remember best?
It’s this:
How when we met, you drew so slowly close,
to come to me,
your aim at first
to only soft my lips with yours,
and fall your mouth, in stilling snowflake’s touch,
in cool and ling’ring gentleness on mine,
and how you paused, drew in a breath, and then,
with new intent to make me ache to drink in all of you,
let slyness sparkle in your eyes.
We made up for the years apart.
But shall I tell you now what I remember best?
It’s this:
How when we met, you drew so slowly close,
to come to me,
your aim at first
to only soft my lips with yours,
and fall your mouth, in stilling snowflake’s touch,
in cool and ling’ring gentleness on mine,
and how you paused, drew in a breath, and then,
with new intent to make me ache to drink in all of you,
let slyness sparkle in your eyes.
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