The Hibernian Poet
We were the last romantics - chose for theme, traditional sanctity and loveliness.
Friday, December 05, 2008
A kiss that strayed
It wasn’t supposed to be,
that those lips that so
restfully fit mine
would find their way
back a second time.
That they would remind me
that a touch left untouched
would be nothing more
but a kiss that strayed
away once before.
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© Oisin
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