Feb 03
Its a half second pause. Only a half second. Some seemingly small sliver of a second.
So small, the moment is before you realize my kiss. I thought to ponder the question of it being missed. You, yourself may not even know of its existence. So delicate it is, that to speak too much of it means its end, and like a star disappearing from a too focused stare, so too does it vanish from this world. Waiting for us to forget before it graces me yet again in the shuddering of your lips, as I press mine against yours.
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