Your lips are gently pressed against mine.
They are soft and inviting.
You hold me tight.
The kiss presses onward.
I wonder how long has it lasted.
A minute? A year? Forever?
My arms find their way around you neck.
The kiss is sweet and pleasurable.
They always are and always will be.
Your lips are softer then a cloud as we continue the
Kiss.
I will always remember this moment.
I never want to end this kiss,
But I must.
The kiss.
The kiss that is always remembered.
Always cherished, always loved.
People call it is the Forever Kiss.
No matter what, I will remember this kiss.
The Forever Kiss.
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