At first.

Your lips are no devil-sent apple,
though they are red as blood.

Your soft touch eases and troubles my heart.

That those few seconds
might last in me
beyond those of others and ever on.

There are far too many words to use, tales already told.
Let your soft lips and mine
tell our own tale
late into the night.


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