I Miss Sharing Kisses That Make Poem by Lorene Kinsey

I miss sharing kisses that make
Impossible keeping the secrets
That clutch my soul, the ones that prove
Two versions of me exist,
The softer side so rarely seen,
Passion suppressed,
Kindness kept at distance.
So difficult to remain semi-cold,
Yet impossible to release.
Already missing again
That fantastic summer of freedom,
Sinfully perfect, a season of
Exploration, discovery, peace.
Bliss followed by heartbreaking reality.