As smooth as fresh spun silk,
As gentle as the breeze,
As soft as a cloud newly formed in the sky,
It’s that plus all of these.
As refreshing as a desert stream,
And just as satisfying to a thirsty soul.
As precious as a treasure found,
And desirable as is gold.
What could it be that I describe?
What could compare to this?
What could mean all these things too?
Nothing but your kiss!
Copyright 1995
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