The Kiss Poem by Peter Heron

The Kiss



A kiss,
The kiss,
A moment's bliss,
Upon a face that has been kissed a thousand times before,
One kiss,
This kiss,
A silky hiss,
That tells its' secret tales of what the butler saw,
Parted lips,
A moments' pressure, Painted lips,
A moments' pleasure.

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