Desire overwhelmed us
And we took advantage
It was a quick passing moment
She tasted like cinnamon
Such sweet soft lips
The heat that mingled with our kiss
Nearly sent us over the edge
We withdrew wanting
Whispering
Barley able to hear
More
We needed more
Yet we parted
Unquenched
Our hearts racing
The tease was perfect
Our smiles lingering
As we walked away
Comforted by daring thoughts
And knowing
Our lips would meet again
By
Thomas Aiden
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