Never once
Have I felt lips
On mine.
I wonder
What it feels like
When it happens,
The joining of lips
And the binding of hearts.
It probably feels
Like a deep magic
Weaving in and out
Defying gravity and time
An endless dance
Made for two lovers
Not to be taken lightly
Abused or scorned.
His hand on her cheek
No more does wonder
Of its softness
And she no longer
Question the gentleness
His fingers bestow
As they tangle
Themselves hopelessly
Into her hair.
They were separate
But are now one
Dancing spirits
To the eye of the beholder
Locked within
In an embrace of
Pure passion
That throbs
Beating like a drum.
Maybe it is like magic
A spell cast from
Elements combined,
Him and her
Forever bound
As this is not just any kiss
But a special one
The kiss of
True Love.
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At the End of All Things
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