Love Blossoms

I touch your stubbly skin

holding your coarse chin

in the palm of my hand

as my lips move closer

and taste the nectar

of love from your lips

I smell the fragrance of

man and cigarette smoke

on the nape of your neck

hearing the moans of

your palpitating heart

as we take in this sight

it is the vision of these

two hearts opening up

before our very eyes

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