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Kiss of Death

Whenever you hold my hand,

I know nothing but the warm blankets that I have in mine.

It gives me bliss at the thought of us touching,

Skin to skin, I am fire.

Whenever I look into those eyes,

Those cold sky blue spheres that you posses,

I know nothing but the couple of galaxies staring into me,

These that look into my soul, I am ice.

Whenever we kiss,

Everything in the world goes away, slipping into nothingness

And I know nothing but the angel I have in my arms, taking away the pain,

Bringing me endless delight

Fire and ice, when they touch they disperse,

That is what’s happening to us, slowly, pleasurably, we fade away into each other

Consuming each other as we continue to touch, to see the other’s deepest soul,

Threatening to break at any second, but at the last shiver, we separate,

Letting each other breathe, letting the other catch a breath and once again,

Once again, more powerful, we kiss. And we evaporate into each other,

With a crack of a smile in each of our lips