The Kiss |
| by Leigh Anne Dawson |
Wanting to be held, loved, adored -
To be kissed
Like lovers on a movie screen.
Needing the reassurance,
Those feelings of bliss . . .
That can only be evoked
By the passion of such a kiss.
To feel the epitome of love,
Not from words but a touch,
Those butterflies in my stomach
And those small cold chill bumps.
So hold me, and kiss me,
Show me once more
What feelings are evoked in you
When near the one you adore.
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