(Blushing Butterfly, Reduction Print by Jessica Stuart Harris) Real Kisses
Real kisses in the tongue-tied darkness
expectant brushing lids and lashes
Fumbling lips licked stretch to meet
chins knock beneath urgent tongues
Real kisses in the awkwardness
of sheets and ravaged pillows.
Real kisses blaze a path for fingertips,
spill amid rustling, above the chafe of denim.
Real kisses are unimaginable.
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