Bliss

It started with a kiss.

A soft, sleepy, gentle good night kiss,

a lingering, lurking…. laden, less is more kiss.

And ended in bliss.

Hot, breathless, pounding bliss,

a satiated, surfeit of scented good night bliss.

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