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The Kissing Game
The bus stop was deserted when we dived in from the rain,
we shivered as we stood there, but had no breath left to complain,
for lips met lips in search of warmth and would not yield their gain,
those lips were very much possessed of passions we could never tame.
And as we blended body heat, the wind and rain were heard,
we heard it drumming on the roof, but both...
Tuesday 14th February 2012 7:01 pm
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