Poem: Truth of a Kiss

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Truth of  a Kiss

I walk with you as the fog slips seductively in.
We stop at the water’s edge. We kiss
and my fingers trace the skin of your shoulders.
My fingertips savor your warmth.
“I am not a man of extremes.” I say.

“You lie.” you say.
And we kiss again.

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