Is a kiss wrong? No.
It simply can’t be.
Images are transcribed through my eyes,
Like a symphony of lyrical ballads,
Or a canvas full of vivid livelihood.
I believe I understood you when it happened, when you gave me that kiss.
Revamped my spirit and my lust for what I longed for,
Again, I’ll explore like a child who yearned for feelings indescribable;
Poetry is undeveloped yet flooded with passion.
Brain movement, everlasting, imagine, you and me,
Topics of a poetic entrapment, for love,
And, again, I can’t describe a moment like this.
You did it so quickly and taken was a piece of
Unobtainable happiness from that kiss.
Now I see what the feeling quickly taking over me is,
A feeling I know that cannot be, and,
Because the table turned so heavenly, I do now feel the desire
To embark on your empire.
Can I climb? High and higher,
So that until I reach the peak, my love will not expire, not unlike a sweet kiss shared.
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