A KissA Poem by John Dennis GillespieWhat’s in a kiss? Not any other kiss could taste as sweet. A kiss to alter time and plant the seed. Her lips could; capture my curse now I’m free. A perfection that mortal words disgrace; Nothing can compare. This kiss is the flame Brought to life from soft lips to burn a trace Unrestrained. Now, I desire to acquire more Of these lips that set and rest the shore. From the soul of my thoughts to my core, You own my infatuation. My Dear, Take all that is mine for I cherish this, The kiss that we shared was heaven sent © 2013 John Dennis Gillespie |
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