Then found the curve where the mouth and shadows meet.
The world grew still as the air grew thin,
And the world they knew was where their lips begin.
It wasn't a sudden, rushing storm,
But the tender heat after the cold alarm.
A silent symphony that drew them close,
A secret joy only their future knows.
The first touch soft, a question asked,
A nervous hope their brave hearts masked.
Then deeper in, a shared release,
As two restless souls finally found their peace.
And in that kiss, a path was made,
A promise spoken, not a vow betrayed.
Forgetting every doubt that came before,
They kissed, and knew they would be wanting more.
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