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New
Careful kisses,
Soft and slow-
On and on
And on they go…
An exploration
A new affair
Lips saying more
Than words would dare.
Each touch electric,
Taut like a bow
Wrapped up in
A reverent glow.
Hunger rises
Sweet on our tongues-
Breath quick and striving
To fill desperate lungs.
But would giving in
Cross a line?
Is the question in
This mind of mine.
Fraught with unknowns,
This new romance-
Excitement and fear
Engaged in a dance.
But quickly addicting,
Each touch, smell and taste-
And reluctant am i
To let one minute waste.
Too soon it ends,
The hour growing late
And already I begin
To anticipate…