Kisses: there were a lot.
Blisses, sex, cotton cloudy skies...
The chilled bodies became hot,
And said, were our complex goodbyes.
Of that uncountable number,
A single moment I miss:
Forever thankful to her,
For that brief breezy kiss.
Feet lift from the floor,
Weakness torments my body,
And I leave, craving for more.
Unconfortably had to flee,
As the being I most adore
Set my heart to be free.
"Even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil..."
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