The Kiss of Demarcation

Their eyes had met, but they had really not
Two friends of friends, who’d travelled much the same –
And yet, had not so much as spoken
When they kissed

She kissed him rashly, passion fierce and true
And he responded, in a newfound way
He’d never known – or known he could –
And all was changed.

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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