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.

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her

lips,

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that

night

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f

.

bliss . . .

–

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her

lips,

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–

granting

.

m

y

.

greatest

wish . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ my

greatest

wish

–

–

throughout

.

m

y

.

years

.

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f

.

innocence . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

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greatest

wish . . .

–

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.

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greatest

wish . . .

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ever

since . . .

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v

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since . . .

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.

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I

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warmly

remember

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that

first

kiss,

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d

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all

.

t

h

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.

hours

missed . . .

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f

o

r

–

–

–

she

.

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a

d

.

cocaine

.

o

n

.

her

lips . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ she

.

h

a

d

,

cocaine

.

o

n

.

her

lips . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

n

–

–

–

that

night

.

o

f

.

bliss.

Reflection: This was a passion/romance/adventure-themed poem that I wrote back in November of 2019 where the contemplator looks back on a wild romantic night of bliss. This simple poem came to me one night while out at Will’s Pub listening to an excellent live show (Paul Simon Tribute) orchestrated by one of the best musicians in Orlando (David Vanegas). Well, a couple of intoxicated young women saw a small container of lip balm that I was dipping into and thought I was putting cocaine on my lips. Well, you should have seen their expressions change from excitement and bliss to gloom and disappointment when they discovered it was only lip balm. I did offer them some, but they declined. I’m not sure why… It’s really fascinating how much you can learn about complete strangers in just one interaction. 🙂