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I kiss your hand.
I kiss your knee.

I kiss the little space
between here (& there) .

I kiss your ear.

I kiss your hair.
I kiss your shoulder.

I even kiss your blouse!

I even kiss myself by mistake
where my hand caresses your hair

I kiss your hair.
I kiss your hair.

Surely this
can’t stop

...here!

Dónall Dempsey