With puckered lips and closed eyes,
We both lean in for the kill.
I can feel your breath on my lips
Just before the sweet, sweet connection.
The simplest sign of love and attraction,
Yet such a complex wonder.
So many parts to it.
The thought.
The move.
The contact.
The feeling.
It can make or break the deal.
And with us... it made it.
So with puckered lips and closed eyes,
Give me the gift of love.
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Comments
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Very sweet, an almost innocent evocation that hints at a first kiss. Lovely job.
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