From your soft, full lips,
A tender kiss when slips,
And lands on mine with a hiss,
Causes my SELF to miss.
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The fate of passion is writ large on its brow. As we ever like to swim in the waves of it, the under currents pull us down to the depths of nothingness and vacuum. Still the pondering mind at times fret for her dazzling charms and sweat in the chamber of fantasy evergreen.
Touching intensity. I like the choice of words