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Kissing You

The sun sinks into the west
The sky stained red
A casualty of the death of the day
I feel the heat of your hand in mine
Your eyes smoldering like ashes
A smile teases your lips
As your fingers trace my lips
I feel the heat of your breath on my skin
Goosebumps on my arms
You tangle your fingers in my hair
So close I almost taste you
Your lips come down softly onto mine
A spark shared between the two of us
You and me
Forever





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