THE KISS by Henrietta Atsupi ©

Dusk sets in

He holds your hands firmly

Then a signal is sent to the hypothalamus instantly

Is it what I’m thinking?

You feel just like the last raw egg that is being taken care of meticulously on planet earth stinking

With undying love

The raw egg begins to blaze fire

As glowing fire sets into both eyes like the striking empire

My inner mystery touched

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