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The first touch of our lips
You left a particle of amber, the most beautiful,
at the first touch of my lips
The sweetness, the source of your breath,
I felt joy and began living;
I drank the gentle breeze of your kisses
on a winter's night
Something divine, transfigured,
drawn without words;
the glory of being in your arms
We shared the sky at night and honey at dawn,
for betwee...
Wednesday 22nd July 2020 6:39 pm
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