Metal Kisses

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Metal Kisses

The cold, hard metal ring slips between parted lips,
dancing across the tip of my tongue.
Clicking against white teeth.
Warm lips skip along the curve of my neck, past the collar bone.
His fingers feather down my spine leaving a trail of goose bumps behind.
The soft touch of his hand will tattoo these images in my memory forever.


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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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