A. T Matthias
A Kiss - Poem by A. T Matthias
A kiss blown is a kiss wasted.
The only real kiss is a kiss tasted.
Release my stiffened body with thy lips.
And stir my soul with the heat of thy kiss.
I love kisses, kisses are a blast.
Nice and slow, or when they are fast.
A kiss can be simple or very complex.
One that weakens thy knees is the very best.
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.
For in thy face, I see the map of truth and honesty.
I'll follow thee and make heaven of hell.
To die upon the hand I love so well.
For our love will much wealth brings.
That then we'd scorn to live with kings.A KISS! ! !
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