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The Kiss
We sit face to face eyes locked,
Her lips trembling under soft moonlight,
Placing my hand under her chin.
Her head tilts slightly eyes close,
With eyes shut hearts pounding,
Our lips touch, shear bliss,
So warm… so soft… so sweet,
As we caress, souls ignite.
It has begun,
We are one…
By: Greg Stanley
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