A kiss

I think a kiss cannot be asked for. It has to happen naturally, like some deep animalistic romantic desire that cannot be contained for one more millisecond. Because if it is contained, then a roaring meat-shredding-ready lion will be rattling cage bars to get the kiss out…to close the distance between the kissers’ faces…that allows the lovers’ lips to touch and win this battle. And when the first kiss happens, the war of love has just begun.


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