The KiSs

It is a fire burning on a windy day
Smoke heading up to the clouds 
Eyes closed on an open sky 
Heartbeats on its prime 
Faster and faster 
The heat getting more and more consuming 
Him trying to slow the time down 
Her trying to be the best game in town 
Both trying to get the best out of the moment 
Something not to be forgotten 
Hands on her hips 
It is a chest to chest game 
She closes her fingers behind his neck 
Fifty fifty game 
Four lips meeting for the first time 
One last breath before the robbery 
It was The Kiss 
                        
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