The Kiss

young and wild the evening mild the canyon breeze whispered her body sexy and exciting my hot blood boiling her breasts a rhythm of their own my hands wandered touched felt their first flesh of a woman I held her close kissing the kiss of inexperience she pulled away my kiss not exciting it wedged us apart her words not kind a bruise on my soul my ego close behind years of doubt were her gift to me not wanting to believe my kiss would ever conceive the love of a women then a beach a new love and I strolled hand in hand our toes awash in cool soothing surf a squeeze of the hand a soft hug our bodies gently caressing our senses as one her tender lips looked up to mine they brushed and held and tasted so sweet she held me tight breathing ever so slight your kiss is soft and tender and taste so good words so needed to restore my wounded ego

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