Remiss



Sweet voice come to me in a melody
Imagine the image,
lips,
never kissed,
is a tragedy…

Hours of darkness consumes
Dreaming among stars and the moon
The one, the lips, these lips, would lick
To taste, the taste, her taste, crave it
Buds on my tongue dance to a tingle
Vibrating through the body it wiggles
Serpentine slither, the urge seizes
A moment, real or unreal expresses
Held, embraced, at peace, remiss
To kiss, a kiss, the kiss, first kiss

Ax

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