With Our Every Kiss
In another lifetime past,
so many kisses slipped away,
left to linger, lost in time,
too precious to delay.
Now complete, we free-fall deep,
where love moves with a dancer’s grace.
Where playful moments, fresh and new,
are ours alone to chase.
Romantic kisses, long desired,
no longer longing left unsaid.
Two souls now write their love in time,
where fire and dreams are gently fed.
A Note From Chris
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