A wonderfully maddening love is in your kiss.

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A wonderfully maddening love is in your kiss.
This love in a kiss could drive away pain.
She was helpless with soft desirability and relaxed bliss so lost in a kiss.
Fall in love with wine so good, a bed so soft, and a kiss under mistletoe.
She saw a shadow bent over her, death's mouth was hungry. She struggled to break free. A cold kiss opened her mouth.
He had awakened a slumber in me, with lips to kiss so slowly, slowly, slowly.
I daresay with a look in his eyes - yes - I must kiss him.
Kiss me again and stay til I am asleep.
I didn't want him to kiss me. I don't love him. I never did. I deluded myself, made him into a new man - not a human, fallible being.
On the porch laughing in my arms, flashes of her smile - and kissing at midnight.