There is a kiss of strong desire,
With smell of blood on greedy lips,
Another love again you retrofire,
When tongues are touching both tips;
Another kiss is for your mother,
For sisters, brothers,relatives,
With son's awareness to each other,
And following love narratives;
There's the last kiss of your father,
Who leaves forever to the fight,
The longer kiss, he will be farther,
And asks forgive for not being right;
There is the last kiss of the dying,
Who wants to keep the warmth of lips,
To take away with soul lonely flying,
The memories on cold finger tips.
Kisses
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