I can dream of a kiss
until it occurs
I can feel that vital slip
before the first kiss
The velvetiness of his lips
sliding against mine
The gentle parting
The acceptance
The soft sigh
A hand may tilt my chin
or hold upon the side of my face
Or slide into the abyss
of my hair
to trail
down my neck
The other hand caresses my back
feels out the contours of my body
leaves a ghostly trail
that fills me with pleasure
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