poem: on the lips

with every kiss, I feel your heat
our noses touch; our bodies meet
I long at once to mend the seal
that's broken when each one's complete

but though I find these lips so fair,
and marvel at the words they tell
there still remains another pair—

I'd like to kiss you there as well

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