Longingly Ours

A Poem

Photo by Shumilov Ludmila

He kissed me once
And the tale ensued
Revived to his twitting touch
Tortured by his absence

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She kissed me twice
And in awe I was withdrawn
Twirled in her light embrace
Lip-locked to the fantasy

He kissed me again
And it skipped another beat
Enslaved to his silky gaze
Enthralled by what would be

She kissed us both
And oh, what a life we’d make!
Of fairest tales and rich castles
An ending that wasn’t just yet