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The kiss is music

Late nights and forgotten dreams.

Where is time well spent?
Hours pass by and no one speaks,
No one listens,
Keep on driving until the last mile appears,
Or sleep with your feet covered,
It’s only preference,
But then, she touches you and kisses you,
And moments become alive,
Moments where laughter is heard,
Voices become music and the miles go on forever,
But only if reciprocation is in the forecast,
Because no one can carry the world alone,
But, paired up with a naked body,
Sweating and panting,
Slipping and sliding,
Across each other’s curves,
That’s how life is made livable,
That’s why morning comes at all times,
And listening is effortless,
Because melodies surround us,
Melodies become us,
Because melodies are made by us,
And when the night drifts into our mood,
We shine even brighter,
‘Cause we don’t care about night, or day, or any time at all,
We only care about the kiss,
The moment,
The hour,
The sound,
And the next episode.