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I placed a kiss in friendship, upon her lips this morn,

pretending it might soothe her troubled mind,

but ne’er could lips so hungry, relieve a heart so torn;

desirous kisses leave their touch behind.



Perhaps those lingered kisses, were meant to calm the soul,

instill a sympathetic bond ‘tween hearts,

or possibly ‘twas lips ‘pon lips, to comfort and console,

one tender touch with all that it imparts....



but deep inside I’ve realized, ‘twas passion’s fevered kiss,

designed to feed a slowly smold’ring flame,

to ‘wake a need thought dormant, to coax forgotten bliss,

to hope a whispered sigh might breathe my name.



‘Twas never firm intention, to turn her troubled head,

at least, ‘twas never foremost in the mind,

‘twas just to leave a mem’ry, of whispered words unsaid,

but lingered kisses left their touch behind.