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November 13, 2011
A certain kiss.

The kiss lingered, like perfume. It took its time, unhurried. Hands melted onto cheeks and explored their way through hair.

It was a kiss that had nothing to prove. It was not looking to be an inspiration for a painting. It did not want to be written down as a meoldy. The kiss simply wanted to be an expression of love. The binding between two people who had surrendered themselves so fully that they were comfortable to give up their sense of self and become one entity.

It was interrupted by a teenager shouting 'Get a room!'