The Kiss. As sacred as those lips may seem to be, Those are the very lucid lips that betrayed me, And though they are right in front of mine now, I can’t resist to kiss them, but I must prevent somehow. I’m held closer, my arms grow weak, I feel her sight trace me, our eyes don’t meet, The breath cool and fresh caresses my neck, Reminded me of every promise, broken and kept. Her fingers trace my hair, line by line, My brain begins to burn; I know it’s time, But although I wished that moment shouldn’t end, Things have been done enough to keep me bent. She moved in closer, breathing hard, We were pressed in together, heart to heart, And the orchestra of beats was the sweetest melody ever heard, She loomed over me, her whispers were a purr. And then she placed her lips over these, And the tension burst, it burst out of me, And those very lips that captured me then, Opened wide, eyes in horror, that very face, met its end. i knew that i just had to avoid the words blood and pain this time...