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Your kiss was a poetic passion that lingered from my lips,

Straining my tongue,

Causing me to speak metaphorically forward...

Before word...

All I could do was stare.

It wasn't the glare of the Sun in my eyes that awoke me to the

light of another day,

But your kiss from last night's eroticism,

Transcending the darkness of a new day.

Your kiss unlocked the corridors to my dreams...

And you held them close,

Caressing the embers of their soul.

Your kiss even ignited the fire that dispelled my heart's coldness...

I never told you this...

But your kiss was my primary desire before I even knew your name...

Before I knew your fame...

Before I knew what I knew,

And I know...

Your kiss I will forever miss...

Because you will never kiss me again the same.



Tha Prodigal One...