My words...

THE KISS

I woke up to that muffled rustle,

As she walked in fresh and bright;

From shower, like a flower after drizzle.

My eyes still fighting the intruding light;

Could see her petite slender frame,

Through her hazy white translucent gown;

Taking soft steps, closer she came;

And bent, as her loose hair went down.

The water droplets on her wet hair,

That shimmered like misty morning dew;

Trickled gently down that black lair;

Onto my parched skin, making it new.

Her feather soft fingers, teased my lip;

Like a little girl  frisking her toy.

My fingers glided down that curvy hip;

Wanting to see that smile, so coy.

Her rose blossom lips grazed mine;

Making me feel the taste of bliss;

And there we laid, lips in twine;

Lost in that sweet ephemeral kiss.

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