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| The Kiss (Finished)
by woffies at 7/17/2009 5:02:00 PM
I wake to the brushing velvet upon my lips.
A smile grows in my heart as I feel the kiss.
Her breath, as sweet as spring rain that quenches the thirst I forgot I had.
She awoke me from my slumber of the soul, a malaise of the mad.
My eyes now open greeted with her smiling eyes in turn.
Shards of emerald fire trapped in smoky jade that burn.
Old eyes in a young face slowly blink as the kiss is broke.
A flame ignites my blood as she finally spoke.
Ancient words so tender I could hardly bear
In comfort only in her arms and that she was there
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