Kiss Of Lust

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Kiss Of Lust

Stangers were we as we stood face to face.
Lips seeking one another.
They meet, press together first ever so
tender, fever building, flames of passion
fields of desire explode.

A kiss of lust upon my lips you thrust.
Taste of Salt, lost in my own mind.
I see a sea of blue, I feel a gentle breeze.

Your lips they weaken my knees and my heart.
Kiss of lust you've torn me apart.

Our life like webs tangled beyond repair.
Suddenly through a doorway I see shattered dreams.
You and me lost forever in a kiss of lust that I
should have never trust.

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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