The Kiss

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    The Kiss

     

    Two images….

    Two hearts beating rapidly

    Slowly…

    Rhythmically

    They come together…

     

    Two sets of lips…

    Soft and wet;

    Wild with anticipation….

    They part..

    One ‘s lip curls

    softly about the other’s

     

    Gently releasing

    A tender stroke

    Of the tongue…

     

    Two images…

    Two hearts racing…

    Hunger abounds…

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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