A soft touch upon my lips,
A fleeting dare.
Through the air they break
They part.
And so begins a kiss;
A telling of the heart.
Slowly every sweetly they do close.
And slowly, softly, sweetly
They do part again.
Ending the beginning of a telling
Of the heart.
By: Candice Tysick Sunday July 7th 2007 @11:01 pm
