April 4, 2019Poem
No more
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No more
Stolen kisses
Hot blood
Temples throbbing
With the rhythm
Of a lovers heart
Soft lips
Gently pouting
The quiver
Of excitement
At the slightest touch
Your voice
Simple words
Lovingly caressed
In whispered
Phone calls
At lunchtime
Rushing home
To find you
Waiting
The passion
Of that first kiss
So much
To miss