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I kiss your lips and enter heaven:
Soft as sand and warm as Devon.
I’m taken out of my body
Down a long dark tunnel.
Your lips to me are lingering trunnels.
I go into a bright black hole,
Almost losing my soul:
Just wish this kiss
Would last for ever.
It’s something I
Don’t want to sever.
But there we’ve done.
Oh what a crime.
We’ll have to wait
Until next time.
Paul
Butters
©
PB 3\9\2017 (2nd poem of the day). 1st stanza split into
two and slightly re-arranged 4\9.
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