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The Kiss

2026-05-04
A long horizon coming,
minimizing along,
out of the sun,

Disagreeing
with the leftover moon.
That blue before the black of night.

The taste of your tongue, inside my mouth.
It was your lazy confidence
taking your sweet time to pet me,

a stroke away from
the rolled hills of your love, bygone
because you are relentless.

O God yes, you tease me,
you please me,
staying forever within our kiss.

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