Souvenirs d’un amour passé

His kiss was like poetry
Spoken in tune with the harp
His fingers strumming sweet chords
On my hair-strings, heartstrings
And in that moment, that instant,
Time froze
As his tongue took mine
Down exotic paths
We discovered new galaxies
His kiss was bliss
And that’s what I really miss.
I miss his kiss.

Il me manque,mais surtout, son baiser.

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