I never wanted anything more than a kiss because I never thought I could ever get more, seducing your lips across the table from me day in and day out, like the lock to a treasure I knew I had no key to unlock, but like a burglar thought I might gain access that grew into a fire I could not control, the wish for a kiss and then a wish for much, much more -- and yet knowing I'd be lucky if a kiss was all I got, that lock pressed so tight I could not wedge it open with a crow bar, so how much more was the surprirse when it gave way, taking me in, filling me up, until I overflowed, this a Freudian slip, though sometimes, a kiss is just a kiss, when down deep, I know it isn't.
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