When you turn
I know
To press my lips to yours.
Gently
Your mouth moves on mine
And I never want to stop the taste of you.
There are no words.
We just know
As though it’s steps we’ve done before
As though we can breathe in
the thoughts and feelings
of the heart.
Hours in tandem
End in reluctance.
The burn of whiskers on my face
A fair price
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ETA WAIT I don't mean the "whew it's over" sense, just that the conclusion always wraps it up with an interesting/pithy thought.
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