Lips Meeting For The Very First Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Lips Meeting For The Very First Time
Magic moments are opening up so gently and surprisingly
in the moonlit night as we two went walking along shores
of brilliance holding hands.
Our hearts being intertwined, joy and happiness filling
both of us as we continue walking and talking throughout
the night.
Our lips meeting one another's for the very first time
ever, sparks electrically igniting like embers of a fire
burning inside.
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