Your Kiss - Poem by Christopher Troy
Something I never knew that I needed until I was given it
Was the Perfect kiss
Befuddled I became, not knowing how I have lived without it
Your Perfect kiss
My rapture grows without end for more of you
Precious Perfect kiss
It acts as a banshee thats bestowed a blemish on my body leaving me betwixt from its branding
Beautiful Perfect kiss
Should I feel hate for this unquenchable thirst?
Or Love for allowing a new facet of desire to be unlocked?
Either way it is here to stay
This Perfect kiss
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