The Kiss

Posted on : 30-06-2009 | By : pnyte | In : Poetry

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Standing there looking at you by the pond
My heart began to race
A thousand thoughts filled my mind
As you tenderly touched my face
As I searched for your approval
Caution left without a trace
You slowly, gently pulled me close
And held me in your warm embrace
For a moment nothing else mattered
Except setting our own pace
The kiss, so soft, so sweet, so pure
As if it fell from grace

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This is short but it has a depth that makes me want to know more about the apparent love. I feel I want to be lost in such a moment forever. Great job PNyte.

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