by Philip Michael Niccloy
(Le Roy, NY)
An awkward silence is disturbed by hushed tones. We hold ourselves together close, so that only our ears may hear. Eager eyes searching each other desperately for direction. Desire and lust strike first as my lips touch yours. The taste is more than I've ever known. As if I've tasted the rest of my life for the very first time.
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