Like a cold metal against my lips
a shiver of excitement runs me through,
not unto folly as other excitments thus;
nay,
rather unto freedom;
a bird's freedom
flying through boundless skies.
A wonder; as tongue against tongue,
a bolt of thunderous lightening grabs me;
not letting go;
an electrocuting voltage
pumped into me by pure passion,
a passion created by a first experience.
The excitment's still.
As our lips touch,
the acceptance of love's embrace is-
a memory everlasting.
For love's first kiss is-
Love's last.
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