Blissful Kiss

Thu, 09/14/2017 - 07:53 -- Mansi

He probes, what are we?
I utter, what are we supposed to be?
There was still dubiety
Amidst them and their duty

He bestows a philosophy
We aren’t yet,
The kind of alliance
That we should be

I debrief how is that be
Persisting in his philosophy
He utters, in order to cross the border,
Turn abyss into bliss
We need to kiss

My bashful smile
Took a while
To turn him towards me
From miles and miles

As we embrace,
A blanket in winters
He held my face,
With his devoted fingers

Just as silken as cotton
Our lips assemble
And everything is forgotten
As if the melody was playing
Our eyes shut, while we were laying

And the act was done
It was more of affection than fun
As the phase was more than beautiful,
Our first kiss was blissful

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