Friday, October 30, 2009

I Remember; What Happiness Felt Like

Your lips brush past mine. Dare I kiss them? If it happens again I'm going to kiss them...
Your lips brush past mine. I kiss them. You kiss me back. No hesitation.
Melded into one, a perfect union.
Can this be real? Is this happening? Nobody pinch me...
Always beginnings bring yearning

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