A kiss by any other name….

That moment you kissed me,
was that the moment of now or never,
or was it the moment of drunk and horny-


There is something about the way the breeze pulls across my skin, that reminds me of memories I don’t have anymore,lost in a life time gone past.
It feels good and bittersweet, like the last time I tasted the sunshine from your lips before the rain washed it all away.
Tripping through forget-me-nots and trying to etch the shape of your smile
into my mind,so the fragrance won’t leave me blind to the bliss I see there-

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