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Poems: The Kiss



Rodin’s The Kiss


His hand barely touching her thigh

Her naked body bending nigh

Her right leg draped between

Passion’s power eternally seen

Their lips captured in that kiss

Us admiring their marble bliss

Though some might feel some chagrin

The kisses I tasted best came with skin



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