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Hungry
Kisses
Our
kisses are hungry
As
if we haven’t eaten in days
There’s
an urgency of an immediate need
For
our kisses to feed our innermost desires
Your
lips are supple, ripe like some sinful fruit
I’ve
eaten but long ago forgotten
The
memory of it lives in my lips
Every
kiss from you now,
Brings
it back to life
Your
lips taste like fire
Forever
will its heat be imprinted on mine.
Dean Jean-Pierre
(in the cradle
of night’s arms)
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