The
Perfect KissThe soft touch of your lips
Calls to me as our worlds become one
And our souls collide in conversation of
Whispered feelings that light up
The flame of welcome desire
Can be seen in our eyes
As we plan our escape
From the present into a place
That we share in our hearts
That beat rhythmically with the pulse
Of the music playing softly
In the background of our minds
That store thoughts of our evening
In hopes it will never end
Without the soft touch of your lips.
By Bryan Bennington
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