A Kiss - Poem by Jeffrey Stultz
As I journey through the night,
and flee the dawn’s first light;
I relive the day with inner sight.
Nothing at all can be amiss,
for the memory of your urgent kiss
lingers delicately on my lips.
Sweet and soft, fragrant and fine,
I savor it like vintage wine;
in that stolen moment, bliss was mine.
aka Taliesin Flynn
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