The sweep of your lips.
The feel of your tongue.
Your trail of kisses,
that make me feel so young.
I toss and turn in my sleep.
And while I await your return,
I begin to weep.
I purse my lips and close mine eyes,
and apon my mouth I received that prize.
Your kiss, so humble and delicately sweet.
Was all that I hoped for,
so tender and neat.
My mouth opens more, your kisses galore.
But as I opened my eyes,
you were there no more.
Were you there as I slept, crying in my sleep?
Or was it all just a dream, that I fell back into, so vivid and complete.
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