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The Kiss
Oh the gentle savagery
of his searching lips
upon her cheek
and how she,
pliant then,
eyes closed in bliss,
so stroked his grasping hand
as if to say
she hoped his kiss
would never end.
of his searching lips
upon her cheek
and how she,
pliant then,
eyes closed in bliss,
so stroked his grasping hand
as if to say
she hoped his kiss
would never end.
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