That kiss tho...
The kind that picks you up and drops you off in a different state of mind
The kind that leaves you lost in the right direction
it has unexpectedly taken
A kiss so purposeful and sound
Even the force of the wind nor the stares of passersby can break it
The kind of kiss the brain is stubborn to erase
because with every eighth minute
the present veers off its natural course
to travel back to that enchanting space
Back to him and me
planted in front of The Liberty Tree
Back to the heated discussion between lips
and to everything felt and poured out in our kiss
To hello and goodbye
To stoked intensity
And to the eloquent expression of elusive chemistry
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