A wild chill caresses my spine
Unpredicted and free
An invisible touch so divine
I simply cannot picture life without this…
Impulse pulls my hair, thrusts her lips against mine
In a ravaging that seems relentless.
Don’t stop. Please, she begs.
The calm breeze whistles a euphoric tune
As it tickles my ears hoping that it will return soon
I am left in awe and immense anticipation
That it will find its way back to me
And awaken me with its enduring affection
And its unwavering yet gently infectious
Good morning kiss
If only…
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