The Kiss Ii Poem by Yvonne Iversen

The Kiss Ii



He sealed my lips,
while he gently ran his fingers through my hair.
His tongue stroke mine,
then a wobbling feeling of relief ran through me.

It made me want for more when his eyes pierced mine.
But a sudden feeling of shame came over me.
I pulled away.
I could hear him knocking as I closed the door behind me.

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