Kiss

When lips touch, the familiar tingle,
Eyes close and teeth have learned not to touch.

Kissing is a skill that has to be trained,
A waltz danced differently with every partner.

You pick your own path, translate desire into movement,
Do not forget to breathe.

But if air no longer fills your lungs, and you desperately gasp,
I hope I was the one taking it away.

 

 

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