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The Kiss That Wanders

By tigerlilly

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Candle-lighted moisture Gleams on the curving Planes of lips... Contours invite fine Tracings of a lover's Fingertips. Warm breath flows gently Past these slightly Parted gates... Soft tempting tongue Inside resides, Coyly awaits... That first and gentle Pressing touch, tender In the night... Promising so much more, As hours Pass in flight. In sweetest explorations, Two enjoy mouth's Honey wine... Tongues caressing, Playing, In a kiss divine. Then whispered words Of passion escape Into the air... As this kiss begins To wander, wander… Everywhere.all comments and critiques welcomed :) Written March 9th, 2002 © on Mar 09 2002 01:26 PM PST   0 • 8

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