You patted me on the back in parting,

I remember thinking, "that was that!"

And then you called,

Or I phoned, or we both did,

Not leaving sleeping dogs alone.

We kiss with a hunger that grows

As I long to kiss you each

And every time that we meet.

You kissed me, once again

And I feel as if my life

Does now begin.

03/28/2007

Author's Note: After 9:20

Posted on 03/28/2007
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