Lips touch lips...
Kiss.
Hips pivoting hips...
Bliss.

Long reaches searching in the dark,
Turn on the lights.
Renewing an old spark we embark,
Enjoying old delights.

Enjoying each others touch...
Wait is this to much?

Momentarily a slight hesitation,
Neither of us had an inclination
Of the evenings destination!

Taking in stride this ride we glide...

Lips touch lips...
Kiss.
Hips pivoting hips...
Bliss.,
A new beginning, almost frightened to speak,
For it has magic virtues in it
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