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 Sep 2014 CM Eithun
Antonio
Speak softly,
so I may savor
every morsel
of your tender
words.

~~~
 Sep 2014 CM Eithun
Antonio

         On
  the
      Eighth
day,
    Amnesia
was
      created.
Because
         dreams
  can
       never
   die.


~~~
I lick my lips confidently
only to taste the fear lingering there.
Would he ******* fear?
My hesitation?
My doubt?

His hand cups my cheek
leaning in to me.

My breath hitches.
I close my eyes.


*And everything just vanishes.
Kissing can be a magical thing.

— The End —