The Kiss
THE RED RUBIE LIPS
HOW I WAITED FOR THIS DAY TO COME
LIPS OF A CUTTING EDGE OF A SWORD
EYES CLOSED, THE HEART FEARS
THE MIND INTOXICATED, THE
TICKLISH SENSATION.IF I COULD
I WOULD BUT ONLY TO GO
BACK FOR THAT
FIRST KISS
END
Copyright © Emmanuel Phiri | Year Posted 2012
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