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We Kiss ©

Paul Murdoch
Alexandria, Scotland
2004

A pollen-dusted kiss will brush her petal lips,
So soft and warm, they call to me.

Diaphanous wings trace her porcelain cheeks,
Eyelashes flick and twitch in ecstasy.

A feast of pheromones drench this night,
Drawn together, we pause - then close.

The warmth of expectation dances between us.
We reel and weaken; then fall into oblivion and smile.

We tense; replete, expectant.
Alive, complete, immortal.

We kiss.


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