Friday, January 16, 2009

The soul of a kiss

Is the heart of your lips brush -
That we have become one as I abandon mine unto yours.
A quenching passion that we linger in eternity
as your spirit reaches into the depths of my own essence.
There locked within our embrace we are reborn
cheek to cheek, mouth upon mouth, breath within breath.
That to hold you now is to hold you without end,
kiss me once, kiss me again, kiss me
- Forever.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

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