Honeysuckle

I kissed his honeysuckle lips 

Felt healing hands and fingertips 

Whether ice or fire, I couldn't tell 

But either way, they burned like hell 

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red_viper

This is a poem I wrote quickly and wihtout the usual ruminating over edits that I do, after I first kissed a guy I'm crazy about.  It was one of those thunderbolt moments where passion just hits and gives that heady euphoric feeling. 

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