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Apr 2020
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Till this day I still taste that very first kiss
Right then and there I knew it was something to miss
Those two sweet lips as pure as cane sugar
A kiss I knew I always wanted to fight for

Like the innocence of a butterfly
Those kisses left me wanting and you didn't even have to try
The molasses of your voice always left me daydreaming....
sigh....


In the rain I would catch the drops from your upper lip
Thirstily lap them up
and leave nothing for anyone else
....not even a sip.
TheConcretePoet
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TheConcretePoet  Isle of Poet
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