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“Surreal, but nice”

“Surreal, but nice”
the actor said
in a movie
when he got swayed
by a kiss
which was instantaneous
and effervescent
i did believe in the movies
and created mine
in fantasies
I still do
the landscape looks
more real
on the screen
and so does
romance and
lovemaking
so i was
part of this
week
where i re-developed
my teenage instincts
and it happened
the forties doesn’t make you
less romantic
then your vulnerabilities
age is merely temperamental
i was gently
persuaded
by her lips
to respond back
illicit for some
a secret for many
sinful for me
the softness of her mouth
melted my thin line
of defense
the kiss
was a culmination of
hidden desires
and molten self
the raw skin
touching mine
love was omnipresent
with the noise of traffic
and fear of the knock
on the door
the kiss was
lustfully decadent
and meditative
“surreal, but nice”

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