By B.K.
Date: 2002 May 04
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Gold Medal Kisses

You can feel the heat
From a mouth so sensual
The sweetness drives
You mad with desire
The smell of skin
The taste of tongue
A kind of crazy glue
That never wants to come undone
It comes so naturally
Connecting dots of ecstasy
One by one
The ultimate bliss
Feeling your lips glide
Into the perfection of
A Gold Medal Olympic kiss