Her kisses are emphatic, Ardent.
They seem to speak of a desire to become one,
to reach a new state of mutual being.
The reading of minds
and merging of souls
to be achieved through parted lips
and twists of tongue so searching
as to leave no shelter for guilty secrets.
Uncovered, denuded of our artificial exteriors,
the only options are to run or willingly surrender.
I choose surrender to her embrace,
her kiss,
her knowing me.
I choose to kiss,
and find peace.
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