Kiss me

Those tentative first steps, not sure what’s to come
Whether this will be just the first or the last
Brain slowly registering as the senses kick in
A rush that fills the present with the past
A firm softness caressing and guiding
Insistent while pleading for this not to end
Nibbling and biting, energy consuming
Like the taste can all sorrows mend
Searching, exploring, a duel and a dance
Inhaling the scent of our lust
Retreating while gasping, exhaling as one
No kiss, changes you, like the first kiss must

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