<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527853" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Kiss or Kisses</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The kiss, Alber knows, <br>is the sign of great love <br>or great betrayal. Juliette <br>presses her lips to his. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is spittle there <br>Somewhere, but neither <br>cares nor senses any of that. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In between kisses she talks <br>of the pregnant black cat. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He remembers his first kiss, <br>that girl whose mother never <br>trusted him as a boy, gave <br>him his first joy. Where had <br>it been? he asked inwardly, <br>pressing his lips to Juliette's, <br>ah, yes, in the porch of her <br>parent's house, the moon <br>bright, stars out like sprinkled <br>sugar on an expanded black cloth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And about their heads that <br>darn moth. Juliette saying, <br>funny how they have such <br>low bellies, pregnant cats, <br>and have so many. He moves <br>his tongue inside her mouth, <br>along her teeth, touching her <br>tongue, exchanging warm fluids. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He presses his hands onto her <br>buttocks, feeling the softness <br>through cloth. She silent now, <br>and there about their heads, <br>that big brown fluttering moth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527853" data-title="Kiss or Kisses de Terry Collett" data-description="The kiss, Alber knows, is the sign of great love or great betrayal. Juliette presses her lips to his. There is spittle there Somewhere, but neither cares nor senses any of that. In between kisses she talks of the pregnant black cat. He..."></div> </div> </div>

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