A kiss, soft and sweet, full of passion and desire. Or cold and calloused, stiff and unfeeling. Thus we must be within. For a kiss is an expression, that comes from the heart.
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
When I was a child, my great grandmother use to pass along bits of wisdom to us, as she got us ready for bed. This poem encompasses how she described kissing, to my older sisters. When i was 5 years old, she was 104 years old. To say the least, she passed to us, the values she had grown up with, which are now very rare.