Poetry – Rushing Kiss

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Rushing Kiss – October, 2011. by neeb (aka corbin).


whispers breathe from bounding lips,
sound flows across and slowly drips,

ears hear as it pours on in,
gasping, for the air feels thin,

heart blooms turning me warm,
eyes shut, waiting for the storm,

soft hands glance my shoulder,
presently aware as I the beholder,

green sight I sense upon me,
coming through as pure chi,

then a rushing kiss,
sparks me into ever bliss.

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