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Her lips caress mine,
As our fingers entwine,
And the world looses
It’s rhyme and reason
As I become lost
In the kiss from heaven.

Reason demands no attention
As the body melts in its sensation
Of the slightest possible rotation
Of lips that land upon
The flesh of my intention.
And I become entranced
In the kiss from heaven.

She allows Her tongue
So virile and young,
To dance upon
My own
With strength that tenderly
Arrives to defy the hung
Notion that I could defy
A kiss from heaven.

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