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Dec 2011
the touch that
draws a face
to accept a
kiss, skin tensed
on fingertips
seeking the yield
that tilts a head
to yours


the gasp
of a kiss first
shared, we mistake
call love
yet love's gasp
comes later
Written by
montag runs
573
   Swells
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