What will your mouth tell mine silently
Submission implicit in the parting of my lips
Eyes closing in acquiescence to the barrage on my senses
Leave nothing in me untouched
Kiss not my mouth with yours but rather the very essence of all that I am
Taste me undiluted
Know my bitter as you do my sweet
My venom to which perhaps you are the antidote
If yours are the lips meant for mine then take even my last breath in pursuit of our kiss
Will I know you from the blush of first glance
Your touch igniting in me that which has yet to be kindled
Perfect dream I have still yet to see you
Now though, surveying all that I know with newborn eyes
Finally
I am ready to meet you
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