Lips meeting like gentle breeze
fills me with contented ease.
Brief as my camera's blink,
lasting as indelible ink,
tender as a mother's touch
yet promising oh so much,
of when fingertips caress
whispered voices of yes.
Tongues softly entwine.
Hearts ready to combine.
Passion just on hold
Awaits what may unfold
who thought that all this
from a two second kiss
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Christine
As you prove in your carefully crafted lines.
-gene.