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Those
lips of Yours…
The
sweetest of lips you have
The
taste of wine marinates in them
Soon
I will be inebriated
From
all this French kissing
Your
breathing is shallow
Your
breath hot like the air
Trapped
between us
One
more kiss is all I’ll need
To
somehow get me through this night
If
you need more than one
Then
I’m all yours.
4-22-05
(I always think after writing a poem that I can’t write another. What more could I possibly say, but then the words come and they seemingly write themselves. I’m an extension of a greater power.)
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