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YOUR KISS



THE GENTLE PRESSURE

OF YOUR SOFT LIPS ON MINE,

FEELS LIKE A WISP OF WIND.

WAS IT REALLY THERE?



THE TASTE OF YOUR MOUTH

IS LIKE VERY FINE WINE

FRUIT OF THE VINE,

RIPENED BY THE SUN.



ITS FLAVOR LASTING

FOR ONLY A MOMENT

THEN THE FIRE RISES

IN MY HEATED VEINS



AND THE NEED TO

TASTE YOU AGAIN

AND AGAIN



IS SO STRONG,

THAT IF I DO NOT HAVE IT

I SHALL PERISH.



Copyright Jeanne Brickman