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Lust Relationships

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