The sting of her slap on his cheek was nothing to the memory of his lips on hers. For that kiss he had broken his heart on the rocks of her disdain so that it now lay shattered at her feet like an offering, a sacrifice at the altar of unrequited love.
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Recollections with,
Winter's kiss about them still
reflect their sharpness.
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"If you had only one chance to kiss someone you fancied, one shot at showing them how you felt, how would you do it?" he asked.
"I imagine," she trembled, "it would go something like this."
She slowly and tenderly pressed her soft lips to his.
"Of course," she blushed, "I would hope that would only whet your appetite not satisfy your curiosity."
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"I'm sorry," he stammered. "I don't usually do that."
"What? Kiss women?" she smirked.
"Kiss women I've just met. I don't know what possessed me."
"Blame it on the moonlight," she purred.
"There is no moon."
"Oh well, then it must have been something else."
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I was leaning against the railing watching shapes in the bow wave when he came on deck easily adjusting his gait to the swaying motion.
"I was thinking, " he said. "The moon will be full tonight. There will be music and laughter. I was thinking I might be able to get you alone to kiss you. Then again I was thinking that we're alone now and I don't really want to wait for the moon."
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Wild mistletoe is
revealed by autumn - feral
kisses still untamed.
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Winds blow volunteer
violas who wonder if
seeds should have waited.
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The forsythia
cringe from the long reaching grasp
of Old Man Winter.
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"Sit back," I smiled. "Make a lap."
"A lap?" He looked puzzled.
"A lap...for me to sit on." I put actions to words, snuggling into him. "That's better. Isn't it?" I kissed him, just a tender pressing of the lips. "Yes. Much better."
He seemed to agree.
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"I've wanted to know for a long time now what it would be like to kiss you."
"And is your curiosity satisfied?"
"I think I'm going to need to do a bit more research."
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As I sang, I looked out at the audience and our eyes locked. Dear gods! He thought I was singing to him, that I'd written him a love song.
I had, of course, but I meant for him never to know.
I kissed my peace of mind goodbye.
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The sun veiled himself
in clouds, trying to disguise
himself as the moon.
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He had tried to deny his desire, but now he bent his head slowly, giving me the chance to pull away.
I didn't.
My hands were on his shoulders. As he kissed me, I drew them down his chest to his belly and then around his waist eliciting a low groan like a tree withstanding the force of the wind. I pressed my palms to his back and my will to his resistance.
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When she kissed him back, the angel on one shoulder heaved a sigh of relief while the devil on the other just looked smug.
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To unravel the riddle of this sphinx on my knees
I must learn to do just what I please
To rest when I will, to play when I can, to eat what I am given
To chase simple dreams whether with tails or wings
To know home is where I make my heaven
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He fell in love with the smile in her eyes. Her plague mask hid her lips and made the anticipation of kissing them all the more tantalizing.
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An empath's lot is not a simple one.
Gathering others' feelings takes its toll.
Binding their wounds, my own become undone.
But this is my calling. I know my role.
I am the angel in shadows dark,
The familiar who carries their magic.
For the blown out candle I am the spark.
My story is triumphant, not tragic.
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Was it his lip that was trembling or mine?
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His embrace was the last thing I expected even though many an evening star had heard me wishing for it. I froze and gasped though I did not stiffen. Just as he was about to pull back and apologize, I managed to melt and, clinging to him for the support he longed to give, I kissed him back.
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I lifted my face and stood on my toes to kiss him. He was tall. His arms were strong, his hands huge, and I felt totally engulfed in his embrace...
...and I liked it.
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He was drunk but she was kind.
What had possessed him? He had no head for wine.
She was such a little thing, so it couldn't have been easy, but she steered him to the bed and got him horizontal. She slipped off his boots and tucked the covers around his shoulders.
"Do I get a goodnight kiss?" He muttered. His last sensation before the darkness took him was of her warm lips on his forehead. "'s not quite what I had in mind...zzzzzzz..."
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