In Her Kiss I Tasted Greatness.
But In His Kiss I Tasted Trust.
In Her Smile I Saw Beauty.
In His Smile I Saw Lust.
In Her Eyes I Felt Chills
And In His I Felt Soul.
Now Their Hands Touch Each Other's.
And Their Kiss Is What I Hold.
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Kiss
In Her Kiss I Tasted Greatness.
But In His Kiss I Tasted Trust.
In Her Smile I Saw Beauty.
In His Smile I Saw Lust.
In Her Eyes I Felt Chills
And In His I Felt Soul.
Now Their Hands Touch Each Other's.
And Their Kiss Is What I Hold.