I saw you walking and through the mist Did your eyes ever waver, demon-kissed The way you do regard me with blasphemed desire To enter the darkened room does our lust strike body and air afire And still do I burn to always remember The moment you took off your glasses forever Together we turn into our eyes as you set them on the table Two sensualists made from the fabric of Romantic fable And still I feel your hands running down my hips Who knew a touch so innocent could end with blood-glittered lips? Still I feel the way I kissed your throat like glass And it shattered in my mouth like a shadowed blast And whether we'll regret that first, burning kiss In the end I know the truth--it's ourselves we can't resist. Copyright (c) by M.R. Haden 1997
Reason for writing:
The first time I was kissed that a kiss really felt like it should--like that alone was enough and there wasn't anything beyond it.
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