Nonsense #Kiss

The first kiss was gentle,
Oh so soft. Innocent brushes
Of awkwardness.

The second kiss was confident,
A tongue daring to stray,
Feisty but not quite lusty.

The third kiss was a charm,
Swept me away on a tidal
Wave of lust, knocking teeth
And clashing tongues.

The fourth kiss was driven
With meaning, gasping and grasping,
Holding on while we fell.

The fifth kiss was our final farewell.
Tender and sweet, it was more
Than just a kiss-meet.
It was love, but it was doomed.


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