A momentary glance.
A stop in time.
A simple kiss.My body becomes weak.
The cavity of my being fills up with a rush of thundering rain.
My breath becomes still as morning's rise.
I feel like falling into an endless drift.
I beg of thee for another simple kiss
I thank thee for this simple bliss.
by Johnson Hor
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