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and taste like syrup—
sugar, lemon, orange blossom.
Her kiss wards off evil,
worry,
fear.
Her kiss makes me invincible.
This…
This is what I have missed.
This is what I have spent a lifetime without.
This, and her.
When she withdraws,
I feel cold and needy.
I want her—
more, always, forever.
She is elemental;
she is essential.
Her retreat is cursory,
a pause, a breath, a transition.
She moves over me.
She smiles.
She closes her eyes.
She kisses me again,
or I kiss her.
We kiss each other—
her, me,us.
This kiss is deeper.
Hotter and headier.
Hands and lips,
contented sounds.
Hips and tongues,
