Her kiss (so desired),
My body fired
By lust.
And after
The kisses, and laughter,
Thoughts of dust.
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K Morris - Poet 
Oh dear Kevin. Can’t we have the kisses withoyt the dust?
It would be nice if we could, Lorraine. I hope you enjoyed your Christmas and Boxing Day. All the very best. Kevin
Thankyou Kevin. Well let us enjoy the kisses then, and put the dust out of our mibds! All the very best to you.
The dust is always with us, Kevin. But let’s forget it and just have the kisses and laughter until it’s time for the dust.
There is much to be said in favour of what you say, Vivienne. Best wishes. Kevin